“In the oil room up in the bow.”
“Locked up?”
“Yes. But the lock ain’t o’ much account, and could easy be broke.”
“What about grub?”
“To tell the truth, I don’t think we could git a-hold of much. But we might git some—’nough to last, say, a day or two.”
“And water?”
“Yes, we could git water easy ’nough.”
“Could we make it to-night?” asked Jack, eagerly.
“Better not try it to-night, lad. After what happened on deck this afternoon, you’ll be watched close. Better take it easy and pretend you’re waitin’ for what may turn up. It may be they’ll let you go to-morrow.”