"Drift-wood?" rejoined Forester. "Will drift-wood make a fire?"
"Why not?" asked Marco.
"I should think it would be too wet," replied Forester.
Marco said no more, but, at that instant, Forester observed a little flash, and then a faint glimmer of light where Marco was. He had lighted a match by rubbing it against some drift-wood. He touched it to some dry bark, and soon had a pleasant little blaze upon the rocks, near the shore. He piled on pieces of drift-wood, such as branches of trees, old slabs, &c., which he found lying about there, and he soon had a very good fire. Forester sat down upon the rocks, and warmed his hands and feet.
"I wish I had a hatchet here," said Marco, "or an axe."
"Why?" asked Forester.
"Why, we could make a camp, and lie here all night," said Marco.
"O, no," said Forester.
"Yes," said Marco, "for the man said we might have his boat all night."