“Well, what are you going to do?” inquired Jerry.
“Hoist some sort of a signal,” advised Ned. “Otherwise we’ll be here all night.”
“All night!” exclaimed Bob. “And no grub! Oh, it makes me hungry to think of it!”
“Chunky, I would think for once you might let up on your everlasting appetite,” came from Jerry a little sternly. “We are just as badly off as you are.”
“I can’t help it, Jerry. Just think of it, only one can of sardines among four of us! Let’s see, there are ten sardines in a can, that’s two and a half each! Why, I’ve often eaten two whole boxes myself.”
“You’ll be lucky if you ever eat again, sonny,” said Sam, with an anxious look at the sky.
“Are we in any danger?”
“Well, of course we may come out all right, but shiver my timbers, I don’t like the looks of that bank of clouds over in the east. It’s coming on to blow, or I’m mistaken, and that’s something which doesn’t often happen to Salt Water Sam.”
“What had we better do?” asked Jerry.
“It might be a good plan to hoist a signal. After that we can get things ship-shape, and wait. That’s all.”