"Yes; so now I'm Captain Fred, and you're my lieutenant."
"Oh, no, captain, you're Crusoe, and I'm your man Friday."
"Well, Friday, bustle about and get ready breakfast; cook down there by that rock, and I'll see to the Fairy Queen—Toddie, you know."
Now there was going to be no starvation for some days to come, if indeed they were not rescued before then. Fred had always an eye to eventualities, and he had had the little yacht stored with biscuits and preserved meats and milk in tins. Frank had insisted on paying for all his stores, as he was owner, though Fred was sailing master.
Down below went Fred. Toddie was still sound asleep, and as for Tip, who lay in her arms, he would have slept for two days if his little mistress but lay still. Fred did not wake her just yet.
It had just occurred to him that there was scarcely a drop of water in the ship. This was terrible, for perhaps there was none in the island.
But then they had seen sheep. Oh, there must be water!
So off the boys went with a can to explore. There were no savages on the island, and so Toddie would be safe. They found a patch of scraggy bushes near a rock. A great striped snake wriggled away, and then Fred felt sure there was water near by.
Yes, trickling out of a rock, a lovely wee crystal rill. How sweet and cool it was! Both drank and felt refreshed. They filled the can and hurried back to the ship.
Fred got a nice basin of the cool water, a towel and soap, and descended once more to the cabin.