In turn Bee gazed uncomprehendingly at the rough walls and ceiling of this strange bedchamber and then turned sleepy eyes toward Hal. “Hello,” he muttered. “Is it breakfast time? Where are we?”
“We’re on Hog Island,” replied Hal, “and you can bet it’s breakfast time all right, only I’m not sure about the breakfast. I wonder if that’s where Jack’s gone.”
“To breakfast?” Bee sat up suddenly, blinking. “Where is it?”
“It’s in the ocean, I guess. Maybe Jack’s gone fishing.”
Hal got up stiffly and went outside. Bee, still blinking in the glare, presently followed him. Sure enough, there was Jack in the stern of the Corsair with two lines over the side. Hal sent a hail and Jack looked up and waved.
“I’ve got four perch,” he shouted. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Get the fire started.”
This they did, and then went down to the water and dabbed some on their faces. Somehow the thought of breakfast, now that they were up, didn’t appeal to them. It was Bee who found the reason.
“Gee,” he said, “I wish I could drink this stuff. I’m as thirsty as—as a sponge!”
“That’s so,” said Hal. “I was wondering what the matter with me was. You don’t suppose there’s any rain water anywhere, do you?”