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He decided that it was, and he sent Tim to look about for a suitable small tree to be cut down as a mast for the sail. "Are you going to sail away?" asked Mr. Tarbill nervously. "I don't know. I want to be all ready to do so in case we find it necessary. This noon I will work out our position and locate this island on the chart.
"Take an oar and fend her away from the ship's side a bit," the captain advised Bob. "Else a wave may smash the gig." Bob did so. Mr. Tarbill was shivering too much with fear to be of any help. A few seconds later the two sailors who had lowered the boat at the captain's orders leaped into the gig as a wave lifted it close to the Eagle's rail.
"Now if you'll come with me I'll show you to your stateroom. But first let me introduce to you a relative of mine," and he presented Bob. "Yes, I have been talking with him," said Mr. Tarbill. "He assured me I was on the right vessel, but I did not know whether he knew or not." "Oh, yes, Bob knows that much about the ship. But he's going to learn more soon."
Tarbill to his feet. The nervous man seemed to recover rapidly, and when, at Bob's suggestion, he had taken off most of his wet clothes and was drying out near the fire, his face took on a more cheerful look. "Those fish smell fine," he said. "I'm very fond of fish. Are you sure those are not poisonous?" "I'm not sure," replied Bob, "and I'm too hungry to care much.
They decided to make a small log cabin, and, with this end in view, Bob, the two sailors, and Mr. Carr set off into the woods to hew down trees for this purpose. Captain Spark and Mr. Tarbill remained behind to get the camp in better shape after the storm. The commander also wished to take a sun observation that noon and work out the position of the island,
"You'll surely be blown overboard if you stay on deck. That Jilla-Jilly wind is the most terrible wind you ever heard of! We'll soon strike it! There, that sounds like it now! Don't you feel as if you were being lifted up?" The nervous fears of Mr. Tarbill made him anticipate almost any sensation that was vividly described to him.
The crew of the captain's gig were busy with that craft, and it was all ready to lower. "Get in, Bob," said the commander of the Eagle. "And you too, Mr. Tarbill." "Aren't you coming?" asked Bob. "I'm the last one in," was the sad answer, and then the boy understood that the captain is always the last to leave a sinking ship.
Tarbill selected some of his possessions, as did Bob, and then the only two passengers on the ship, having donned the cork jackets, went on deck again. The sailors were busy putting provisions and water into the small boats, of which, fortunately, there were enough to hold all, even with the loss of the one the mast had smashed.
They were afraid to come close when we were stirring, but I suppose when we were quiet their curiosity got the best of them, and they had to come and feel of us." "Ugh! I don't want any more of them to come near me," said Mr. Tarbill, with a shudder. The weather was all that could be desired, and the captain determined to make the most of it.
There, at least, they knew they would be safe, but unless they desired to risk the chance of staying there many months, they must make this venture. "Well, it was a fine little camp," murmured Bob, with a tone of sorrow in his voice. "Indeed it was," declared Mr. Tarbill. "I wish I was back there now."
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