prospects which awaited an unfortunate castaway on that inhospitable coast, he endeavored to get at his own trunk.
Therein, however, he failed. The iron frame of the bunk had buckled, and the trunk was held as in a vise.
Realizing that he had very little time before the light in the interior of the forecastle would vanish altogether, he hurried back to the Spaniard’s berth and hauled out the kit-bag. He had an uncomfortable feeling that he was robbing the dead, but if it were practicable to land any sort of stores the effort should be made.
He had not a moment to spare for further search. The forecastle slipped again, and he experienced no little difficulty in regaining his perch on the solid stump of the foremast, on which, so nearly had it approached the horizontal, he could sit quite
