“I don’t know whether anyone will see that or know what it means if they do see it,” said Jack, “but it’s worth trying. Now we’ll pile some more wood here so we can keep it going until bedtime and then we’ll carry some back to the hut.”
By the time the second fire was lighted the boys were ready to sit down and rest. The flames threw a ruddy light into the little hut and the three seated themselves just inside the doorway, out of the wind, which was now blowing sharply from the northeast, and discussed their chances of being rescued.
“If Captain Horace sees that,” said Jack, “he may send out to see what’s up. The trouble is, though, that in the summer campers come out here sometimes, and he might think we were campers.”
“Who’s Captain Horace?” asked Hal.
“Captain Horace Tucker. He keeps the light. He’s a sort of uncle of mine.”
“I wouldn’t care a bit if I only had something to eat,” sighed Bee. “I think it’s rather jolly out here; this hut and the fire and—and all; but I surely would like to see a large, juicy sirloin steak walk around the corner!”
“How about gull eggs, Jack?” asked Hal. “Would they be any good?”