"I don't know. I——I——"
"Oh, brother, don't think of it! I'm going out to feel for the boat and fetch the supper."
"And I'll go with you."
In the darkness this was no easy task, and the wind was so high they had to bend low, almost crawling in fact.
But they were lucky enough to find the food, and a portion being handed round to everybody, not forgetting Bob, all hands did justice to the good cheer, and then Quambo and Magilvray lit their pipes, and the cave was more home-like after that.
They sat talking there till it must have been far into the night, then, lying back on the soft, warm sand, one by one they dropped off to sleep.
They had not even thought of setting sentry. What was there here to be afraid of? Nothing, surely. Besides, the great, honest dog, Hurricane Bob, always made a point of sleeping with one eye a little open, so if anyone was sentry that night it was Bob.
The sun was high in the heavens when Fred awoke next morning, and shouted to his companions:
"What's for breakfast?" said Frank, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
"Ah! what indeed?" said Fred, laughing. "Why we ate all our breakfast last night. But where is Cassia-bud?"