Still they kept on.

They ate all they wanted, for the food was more plentiful than water, and they knew if worst came to worst they could live for several days without victuals, but not without water.
Slowly the time dragged on.

Nobody aboard the craft knew what to do.

Once Bob tried to cheer up and hum a ditty, but the effort was a dismal failure.
"Bob, I reckon you are sorry now that you left home and came with me," observed the captain soberly.
"I'm not sorry that I left home," answered the lad promptly.

"But I must confess I am sorry that all of us are in such a pickle as this." "If I had known my ship was going to be wrecked I'd not have taken you on this voyage." "It is an awful loss." "Yes--but I sha'n't mind it so much, if only we reach a place of safety." "Oh, if only I was home!" sighed Mr.Tarbill.