Toddie promised faithfully not to go near the terrible cliff again, so happiness was completely restored.
How they did enjoy that breakfast to be sure! But they could not sit there all day, so up they got at last. Toddie took off her stockings and shoes, and rolled up her sleeves, and commenced at once to wash up and clear away, while Crusoe and his man Friday went to examine the yacht. She was deeply imbedded in the soft sand, but her bottom was found to be sound, though doubtless she would leak when floated again. The sails were intact, but the mast had gone by the board.
So they unloosed the former and spread them out to dry, and hauled the mast out of reach of the water. Then down they sat to consider their position, while Toddie, having tidied herself and done up the cabin, went to paddle on the beach with Tip. Fred was full of resources.
Frank was more full of fun than anything else.
"Have you anything to propose, Friday?" said Fred seriously.
"Yes," said Frank, "I propose that I should listen and nod my head to all you say. I'm only a nigger you know, a black irreclaimable savage."
"Well, you know this island is only a solitary patch in the middle of the sea, and there are hardly any others visible; but I think, you know, we could float the Water Baby and rig the broken mast as a jury."
"You're the best judge," said Frank, "so it will be judge and jury."
"Be quiet, Friday; how dare you, sir!"
"All right, sah, I'se goin' to be quiet and circumspecful like."