For some time, each man had been allowed for a meal, only a thin slice of bacon, a chunk of bread about the size of one's fist, and all the coffee he desired.

At long intervals a pot of Andy's rare bean-soup was added to the feast.

It was necessary, therefore, to push on with all haste, or we would be starving.

The Canonita was consequently taken out and "cached" under a huge rock which had fallen against the cliff, forming a natural house.

Filling her with sand to keep her from "drying" to pieces we left her, feeling sure the party which was to come after her the next spring would find her safe.
She was forty feet above low water.