“What!”
“On’y water enough to last four more days.”
Syd looked at him aghast.
“We must have sails and casks ready to catch every drop when the rain comes,” cried Syd.
“Ay, sir, when it comes; but it don’t come.”
“Then what shall we do?”
“I ought to say die o’ thirst, sir, on’y it sounds so unpleasant.”
“But my father, surely he’ll be here soon. He knows how we are situated, and the other ship knows too. They will be sure to come.”
“I don’t want to upset you, sir, but I do say the captain’s a long while coming.”
“What’s to be done, Roy? Hi, Mr Terry, will you join here?” said Syd, who had gone in search of his companion.