It was now in order for the castaways to make themselves as comfortable as possible and then explore the island.
There was a cavity in the cliffs which was sheltered from the elements, and into it Frank caused all the provisions to be carried.
A wide sheet of canvas kept off the raw east wind. Blankets were spread and couches made, and the castaways had soon made themselves quite comfortable.
Nightfall came, and Captain Uriah walked out on the beach sniffing the air, and said:
“I tell you, mates, we’re going to have a blow within twelve hours.”
“Do you believe it, captain?” asked Frank, anxiously.
“I do.”
All eyes were at once turned upon the Dolphin.
There she lay, washed by the swell.
A beautiful wreck she was. It was like bidding farewell to a dying friend.