But this did not worry them, as they were now in good shape to live on the island, at least for several weeks.
"All hands to lighten ship!" called the captain, when he had looked over what the boat contained.

They made short work of carrying the things from the lockers well up on the beach.

With the boat thus made lighter, it was pulled out of reach of the waves.
"Now for a shelter!" the commander called, when the gig had been safely moored.

"This sail will make a fine tent." So it proved when it was set up on some poles which Tim Flynn cut with a light hatchet found among the tools.

Mr.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.