After awhile she made her way back to the sands again, and Cap'n Bill followed her.

As they sat down, the child looked thoughtfully at the sailor's bulging pockets.
"How much food have we got, Cap'n ?" she asked.
"Half a dozen ship's biscuits an' a hunk o' cheese," he replied.

"Want some now, Trot ?" She shook her head, saying: "That ought to keep us alive 'bout three days if we're careful of it." "Longer'n that, Trot," said Cap'n Bill, but his voice was a little troubled and unsteady.
"But if we stay here we're bound to starve in time," continued the girl, "while if we go into the dark hole--" "Some things are more hard to face than starvation," said the sailor-man, gravely.

"We don't know what's inside that dark hole: Trot, nor where it might lead us to." "There's a way to find that out," she persisted.
Instead of replying, Cap'n Bill began searching in his pockets.

He soon drew out a little package of fish-hooks and a long line.