"Phil Jones!" I cried.
"Oh, Foster, is that you?" exclaimed the cabin boy, and he came running to my side.
He was deadly pale, and shook so that he could hardly speak.
"Oh, Foster, where are the others?" he continued.
"Gone!" I replied.
"Gone!" he ejaculated. "And we are left behind?"
"Yes; the cowards have taken the small boat, and we are left without any."
"What shall we do?"
"I was just trying to think. The fire is gaining headway fast."
"Can't we put it out?"