Bob went to the locker where the food was kept. As he opened it he gave a start.
“What’s the matter?” asked Jerry.
“There’s not much left,” the fleshy youth replied. “I forgot to fill up the lockers last night, and we’ve been having several picnics this week.”
“I guess there’s enough until we get home to supper,” Ned put in, taking a look. “Of course there is, Chunky. You must be especially hungry.”
“I am,” sighed the fat lad. “But I’ll have to stand it, I suppose.”
There was just enough food and water for one meal, but no one worried. They were only seven miles from shore, and there was a number of boats around them.
They ate their meal leisurely, and, when they had finished there was a can of sardines and a few crackers left.
“Hello! Where are all the other boats?” exclaimed Jerry as he looked about. None was in sight.
The sea was deserted, besides their own craft, only the forward part of the wreck was to be seen. The waves were still covered with floating debris.