“Yes, Jackie.”
“No, we can’t make a light, worse luck,” murmured Abe. “I’ve got some matches, that I always carry in a water-tight case, but it might not be altogether safe to make a light on a lumber derelict, even if she is partly water-logged. She might take fire.”
“What was your idea of a light?” asked Tom.
“A signal, my lad. Our sail, small as it is, can be pretty well seen in the daytime, but at night we’re just nothing, and if a vessel should happen along, and we were in her path—”
“However, we’ll trust to luck,” went on Abe.
He did not finish, but they all knew what he meant.
“We can’t kick against Providence. Now let’s have grub and turn in. Captain, will you name the watches?”
“Name the watches?” asked Tom.
“Yes, some one has to be on duty all night, for we might sight a light and a hail would bring help.”
“Oh, I see. Well, I think you or Joe had better do that, knowing more about it.”