“Quick!” whispered Tom. “The food and water!”
The professor passed them over.
“What’s up?” asked Joe.
“I’ve just found the missing provisions,” said Tom grimly. “They had gotten into the forward compartment.”
“The forward compartment?” queried Abe.
“Yes—by—er—mistake I fancy,” and Tom spoke dryly.
He took them from the trembling hands of the professor and walked aft with them.
“I think we can all indulge in a little lunch, and a drink,” he went on. “There is enough here for several more days now, and we won’t have to be on quite such short rations.”
“Thank heaven!” murmured Joe. “And yet I can’t see how the things got in the forward compartment.”
“Nor I,” murmured Abe, but though he thought a great deal he said nothing more on the subject.