"Or that we shall find some means of gaining terra firma," added Paganel.
"Our first business, then, is to breakfast," said Glenarvan.
"After drying ourselves," observed the major.
"And fire?" said Wilson.
"Why, we must make one," replied Paganel.
"Where?"
"At the top of the trunk, of course."
"With what?"
"With dead wood that we shall cut in the tree."
"But how kindle it?" said Glenarvan. "Our tinder is like a wet sponge."