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"Gather all the cocoanut leaves you can and I'll make a sort of framework." Bob started up, ready to go off into the forest after leaves, with the sailor and Mr. Tarbill. As he gazed out to sea, where the big waves were still rolling, he saw something that caused him to utter a cry of astonishment. "What is it?" asked Captain Spark, hurrying to Bob's side.
What a dreadful boy! I wish he had never come aboard this ship, or else that I hadn't!" "Come on up!" cried Bob, all unconscious of the excitement he had created. "It's fine up here!" "Oh! I feel as if I was going to faint!" exclaimed Mr. Tarbill, growing paler than usual. "Come down, Bob!" ordered Mr. Carr, making a trumpet of his hands. "If it isn't one thing it's another," thought the mate.
"I guess it would be safe to play a little joke on him. I've simply got to have some fun." Mr. Tarbill had suffered very much from seasickness, though he was now recovered. He came on deck the next day, but he was more nervous than ever. "Oh, my!" he exclaimed as a big wave struck the Eagle, heeling her over considerably. "Are we going down?" "Oh, I guess not," replied Bob confidently. He and Mr.
Far, far away could be seen a low-lying dark object, with a trail of smoke behind it. "It's a steamer," said Captain Spark. "Is it headed this way?" asked Bob, eagerly. "I believe so." "Are you sure, sir?" came from Mr. Tarbill. "Please don't make any mistake." "No, I am not sure. Tim, what do you think?" went on the captain. The sailor shrugged his shoulders.
Tarbill. "Will we sink soon?" "Sink? We're not going to sink at all if I can help it! This is no worse than lots of storms. You had better go to your cabin and lie down." "Oh, I wouldn't dare to! The ship might sink while I was there. I know we'll get caught in a whirlpool, or in a waterspout, or some other dreadful thing! This is terrible! Awful! Fearful!"
He awoke in the middle of the night to feel somebody or something pulling at his foot. "Hi! who is there?" he shouted, sitting up. At the same moment came a wild yell from Mr. Tarbill. "The cannibals have come!" yelled the nervous man. "One of 'em has me by the throat!" "Stop that row!" came from Captain Spark. "There are no savages here!" "Maybe he's got the nightmare," suggested Mr. Carr.
An early breakfast was had, and then the things were taken back to the boat. "All aboard!" shouted Captain Spark. "And may we now locate that large island without further trouble." "Oh, I wish I was home!" groaned Mr. Tarbill. The boat was floated without difficulty, and the castaways got aboard. They rowed for some distance and then the sail was hoisted.
Tarbill was able to do, but he was not successful in turning any of the crawling creatures over on their backs. The tent was erected before dark, and, with a cheerful fire burning in front of it, supper was prepared. This time they had tin dishes to eat from, as a supply was found in the gig's lockers.
As he came out the red sun showed for an instant above the horizon. "If we had seen that a few hours sooner we wouldn't be here now," remarked the commander sadly. "But it's too late now." The other boats had pulled away from the wreck. Bob and Mr. Tarbill got into the gig and were lowered to the surface of the heaving ocean.
Tarbill could not be depended on to do anything, and he was so mournful, standing around and lamenting the fact that he had ever undertaken the trip, that, to get rid of him, Captain Spark sent him off once more to catch turtles, or, if he could not do that, to gather some of the eggs. This last Mr.
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