Neither Harry nor the old seaman said anything; but they exchanged glances, which said plainly:
"When we want water for the girl, we will know where to get it."
Walking about the rocks, Harry suddenly uttered a glad cry.
In some crevices among the rocks, he beheld a number of fat-looking fish.
"It seems as if heaven has sent these especially for our benefit, at the right time," said the young man, joyfully, as Turk came to his side.
The old tar, however, looked sober.
"It is easy enough," said he, "tellin' how them fish came here."
"I don't understand you."
"Well, then, I'll tell you. These rocks, is covered up at high tide. That is how them fish came to be left here!"