“Or land,” added John.
“How about some food?” exclaimed Fred. “We haven’t eaten in a long time you know.”
“That’s right,” Grant agreed. “We can eat something anyway. Somebody open up the food, and the water too.”
Ample provisions for several days were found to have been placed aboard and the taste of food worked wonders with the unfortunate boys. They were sparing of it, however, and even more careful of their water supply. While in all probability they would be picked up before long by some passing steamer, it was deemed advisable to go slowly. The rations apportioned were divided into five equal parts, the four boys quickly consuming their shares while Sam’s was kept out for him until he should awaken.
“Don’t a good many steamers pass this way?” said Fred.
“I don’t know,” said Grant grimly. “Where are we?”
“Somewhere near the West Indies, I suppose,” said Fred.
“Perhaps we are,” Grant agreed. “Personally I don’t know.”
“Shall we row?” suggested John.
“What’s the use?” exclaimed Fred. “We don’t know which way to go.”