"Wha is it, Lilly Lally?" interrogated the black, with an air of eagerness; "you see someting. Golly! am it de Cat'maran?" "No, it is not that. It's only a barrel floating on the water." "Only a ba'l, what sort o' a ba'l you tink 'im?" "I think it's one of the empty water-casks we had tied to the raft. I'm sure it is: for I see ropes upon it."