"We've only had a few hours of it. Men have been known to exist on rafts for days without food."
"Shouldn't have thought that the North Sea was so deserted," remarked Leslie.
"Something will come our way," rejoined his companion cheerfully. "You take a nap; I'll watch for a bit."
By this time the interior of the skylight was quite dry, for the small quantity of sea water that Guy had left after ceasing his baling operations had evaporated under the rays of the sun, while the swelling of the wood completely closed the seams and effectively prevented the ingress of any more water.
"Jolly rummy sort of boat this," said Leslie drowsily as he coiled himself up in the bottom of the skylight and saw through one of the panes of glass the level of the sea several inches above his head.
Guy made no reply. He was eagerly scanning the horizon.
"There's a vessel, I think!" he exclaimed after a while.
"Where?" asked Leslie drowsily.
"There, coming straight towards us!" declared Guy.
"Bothered if I can see any ship."