"Now we've got the sail, how are we going to steer, and in what direction? The ocean looks all alike to me."
"We will have to be guided by the sun. I know land is to the west of us, though how far I haven't the least idea. And we'll have to make a rudder of some kind out of another piece of the door."
"Suppose we run across Captain Hannock and the jolly-boat?"
"It isn't likely, and if we do we will have to make the best of it. I'll stand no more nonsense."
CHAPTER XXI.
NIGHT ON THE HASTY.
After the sail was rigged and the rudder lashed in position, we took our first meal on the raft. I was hungry, but fearful of exhausting our stock of provisions before we reached land or help of some kind, I ate no more than was absolutely necessary, and the cabin boy did the same.
"What will we name the raft?" asked Phil, as he held a cup of water aloft.
I thought an instant.