“Key West.”
“Were you running the steamer alone?”
“We had three men with us,” Vance replied with a shudder, “but all of them were washed overboard during the night. I’d rather not talk about it just now. How do you feel, Roy?”
“As if somebody had been beating me until every bone in my body is broken. What’s your name?” he added, turning to Ned.
“Edward Rogers.”
“My name is Roy Harland, and this is my cousin, Vance Stewart. Have you been here long?”
“Since the day before yesterday.”
“Isn’t there any place where we can get in out of the storm? It seems as if I should feel better if I could get dry once more.”
“I built a shanty of leaves and poles, but the wind moved it for me last night in fine style. It took about ten seconds to get rid of the whole establishment.”
By this time the boys thought of the yacht, to which no attention had been paid since Vance first recovered consciousness.