This last Mr.Tarbill was able to do, but he was not successful in turning any of the crawling creatures over on their backs.
The tent was erected before dark, and, with a cheerful fire burning in front of it, supper was prepared.

This time they had tin dishes to eat from, as a supply was found in the gig's lockers.
Tired out with their day's work, and by the struggle with the sea, the castaways all slept soundly.

Nor was there any need to stand guard during the night.

On beds of palm leaves, under the tent, they slumbered undisturbed until the sun, shining in on them, awoke all four.
"Well, I'm beginning to feel quite to home," remarked the captain, who could be cheerful under misfortune.

His good spirits should have been a lesson to Mr.Tarbill.