"We must hope for the best," observed the invalid. "And, after that, we stand a better chance than those in the boat. Even if those poor fellows escape being dashed to death upon a rock-bound shore, or being engulfed in the waves, they'll have a terrible time. No water or provisions, no compass—a thousand tortures before they reach land or are picked up by a passing craft."
"I think the seas are getting less heavy," said Andy. "Is it because the tide is falling?"
"The tide may have something to do with it," replied Mr. McKay; "though the rise and fall is barely four feet."
"Our stern seems to be settling," said Ellerton. "The ship doesn't appear quite so lively."
"That may be because the water is pouring into the after-hold," remarked Andy.
"In that case the vessel is settling on the bottom; otherwise she would sink. That's another point in our favour, and it often happens that there is deep water close to the reef," said the apprentice. "But let's to work. Terence, you know where the steward's pantry is. Take a lamp and fetch up as much stuff as you can carry. Andy, will you please take Quexo with you and bring up a couple of barricoes of water?"
While they were thus engaged, Ellerton collected five lifebelts, one of which he proceeded to fasten round Mr. McKay's body.
"We may want them, sir; but, on the other hand, we may not. In any case, if there is an island under our lee we had better wear these, especially if we have to land through the surf."
"I fancy I shall have some difficulty in getting through the surf," replied Mr. McKay with a grim smile.
"Never fear, sir; we'll pull you through," was the determined assurance.