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Updated: June 12, 2025
It was almost too much for the captain and Bob, as Mr. Tarbill, however willing he was, could not bring much strength to the work. Fortunately, however, Tim Flynn came from the woods at that moment, dragging after him a long thin pole to serve as a mast. He saw what the captain wanted and ran up to help. Between the three they managed to get the gig afloat. "Now then! Lively!" cried the commander.
"I'll be glad when this voyage is over." Bob came down, wondering why he was not allowed to stay at the maintop for a while longer. "Oh! Oh!" exclaimed Mr. Tarbill when the boy reached the deck. "You've given me such a fright!" "I didn't mean to," replied Bob honestly enough. "Oh, but you did! I think I'll have to go to my cabin and take some nerve medicine." The passenger left the deck, and Mr.
Tarbill leaped up in alarm. "Hark!" he cried. "Somebody is coming! It must be the cannibals!" "What!" exclaimed Captain Spark, and he jumped up, followed by the others. Then all listened. From the interior of the little island came a most unearthly screaming. "Somebody is being murdered!" gasped Mr. Tarbill, and sank on his knees. "Oh, oh, why did I leave home!"
"I hope they have some water aboard," said Mr. Tarbill. "I'd give anything for some right off the ice." "I'd be glad of some out of a tea-kettle," said the captain, for the last in the cask had been dealt out some time before. A little later the commander was exchanging a few words with the natives, as he found he could speak a little of their language.
Tarbill were together on the quarterdeck. The nervous passenger's fears gave Bob an idea. "I'll give him a real scare," thought the boy. "Maybe it will cure him of being nervous." My reader can easily understand that Bob had one thought for Mr. Tarbill and two for himself.
"What in the world is that?" shouted Captain Spark above the din of the storm. "Is some one overboard?" "Sounds like Mr. Tarbill," replied the mate, putting his lips close to the captain's ear, so as to be heard. "Maybe something has happened to him," suggested the commander. "Better look after him, Mr. Carr. We shall do very well for the time being.
When it got dark and the stars came out Captain Spark was able to direct the boat to a little better advantage, but when morning came, after the long darkness, during which no one had slept well, they found themselves on a vast, heaving expanse of water. "Where are we?" asked Mr. Tarbill. "Is the island in sight?" Captain Spark swept the horizon with his glasses.
That is, Captain Spark would be in charge of the boat for six hours, and then Mr. Carr would go on watch for the same length of time, until it became the captain's turn again. In this way each one could get sufficient rest. The two sailors, Bob and Mr. Tarbill were divided between the two heads of the watch, Bob and Tim Flynn being chosen by the captain.
"I don't believe there are any around here," answered Captain Spark. "But are you sure?" "No, I am not sure." "I knew it! Oh, if the savages got us it would be terrible!" And Mr. Tarbill shuddered. "Well, he's a wet blanket, if ever there was one!" declared Mr. Carr, in deep disgust. "I am er a wet blanket?" demanded the nervous passenger. "Yes, you are!" declared the other.
Then we'll get her above high-water mark. This boat may save our lives." "How?" asked Mr. Tarbill. "Why, when the sea goes down we can leave the island in her." "Leave the island? Never! I'm on dry land now, and I'm never going to trust myself in a boat again." "Maybe you'll think differently after a bit," said the captain. By this time Bob and Tim had the boat in very shallow water.
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