Harry and Brand were up in a moment, to discover that the old tar had indeed spoken truth.
Far away a number of rocks were seen, protruding from the sea.
"Better no land at all than that," growled Brand, in a disappointed voice. "We'll find no water there."
On went the raft, and in due time the rocks were gained. They were found to be about ten in number, and to rise several feet above the surface of the sea.
Brand was the first to spring ashore. Rushing forward, he was suddenly seen to throw himself down.
Harry and Turk were soon by his side, to perceive that he had found, in a hollow of one of the rocks, a quantity of water, evidently lodged there by a recent waterspout, and prevented from drying up by the shadow from an overhanging cliff.
It seemed as if the captain would never get his fill.
He drank and drank, drawing in the water with a noise like that of a horse at a trough.
At last he rose.
There was a gallon and a half of water still in the rocky basin.