"There's the life-raft," says she; "they left that."
"Yes," says I; "if we can get it overboard. It weighs a ton. You make up a bundle of food on the jump, Ivy, and I'll try to rig a tackle."
When the raft was floating quietly alongside I felt better. It looked then as if we were to have a little more run for our money.
We worked like a couple of furies loading on food and water, Ivy lowering and I lashing fast.
"There," says I at last; "she won't take any more. Come along. I can help you down better from here."
"We've got to let the beasts loose," says she.
"Why?" says I.
"Oh, just to give 'em a chance," she says.
So I climbs back to where she was standing.
"It's rot!" I says. "But if you say so——"