On their return to the square room, Bob and Jack volunteered to remain.
This done, Bok was delegated to bring them some supper.
On arriving Bok first fastened to the rope the package he had brought, which was drawn on board, and then the rope was lowered again.
"Be jabers! but it's cold, it is," he cried. "If I might be so bold, I would jist suggest that we should go down below. How is the dead man?"
"He isn't dead yet," replied Bob, laughing. "But he is sleeping still. I hope you have brought something good for him."
"Good, is it? There's a tin of soup, and another of salmon, besides a piece of seal, that Leeks shot while we were away.
"Then there is a bottle of wine—that's for yerselves and the sick man—and half a bottle of good rum, which I hope I may have my share in.
"Faith, there is enough to make us as merry and comfortable as if we were waking the dead man below there."
Chapter VI.—The Madman.
Taking the things with them, they hastily descended the companionway.