He was a prisoner of the enemy, and he felt almost certain that Pete Rackley would desert him and leave him to starve.
No food had been left with him excepting that which was in the water-soaked pouch that he carried.
And this he could not get at, for his hands were still bound tightly behind him.
An hour went by, and to him it seemed an age.
His thoughts wandered back to the Swallow. How was his stricken father getting along, and what did he think of his disappearance?
And what had become of poor Bob Vilett, who had accompanied him on this ill-fated expedition after game?
"Captain Broadbeam will most likely send out an expedition in search of us," he reasoned, "but I don't think any of them will come in here."
But then his hopes brightened a little.
Perhaps if the captain sent out somebody to look for himself and Bob, that person might discover the Raven in that port.
"If the Raven is discovered, father will feel sure Lemuel Hankers has had a hand in my disappearance, and he'll take the rascal to task for it."