“That sleep did me good. I feel better.”
“So do I,” said Juan, quite cheerfully.
“I’m desperately hungry,” said Diego. “Anything to eat in your pockets?”
He felt in his as he spoke, and Juan did likewise. Both shook their heads together.
“Hawks’ bells and beads,” said Diego.
“That’s all I have,” said Juan; “but maybe the ship will come back for us.”
“Sure to,” said Diego, hopefully. “I say, Juan, don’t you think we might get this canoe turned over if we tried?”
Juan felt sure they could, and so they both slipped off into the water and struggled with it as they had often seen the natives do; for the canoes are not at all seaworthy affairs, and it seemed quite a matter of course to a native to turn over in one; a thing that was of the less consequence, since the Indian could swim like a fish and wore no clothes to get wet.
The boys presently had the canoe right side up and had climbed carefully into it. It needed bailing out, and they had but their hands to do it with, so that it took some time and was imperfectly done then. It permitted them to sit up comfortably, however, and only their feet were in the water.