Syd’s countenance cleared directly.
“Why didn’t I think of it before? I ought to have known that a rock is of all places the best for fish. We need not starve.”
He hurried down to find the boatswain, and propose to utilise some of the men, who were idling about in the shade cast by the overhanging rocks, and met the old sailor looking more serious than before.
“I say, Strake,” cried Syd, “why should not some of the men fish?”
“Got no boat, sir.”
“Then let them fish from the rock.”
“That’s just what Rogers has gone off to do, sir, by that patch o’ rocks where we landed, and Mr Roylance and Mr Terry’s gone to look on.”
“Mr Terry should be on duty,” said Sydney, colouring slightly.
“Ought he, sir? I thought he was under arrest.”
“We are not in a position here to study such things as that, Strake. Mr Terry is friendly now, and we want his help.”