The tin cup came in handy, for there was a pool of rain water in a ledge below them.
"What I can't see," grumbled Ossie, "is why we didn't stay on board the boat.

It would have been a lot drier than this place." "You may think so now," replied Steve, "but wait till you get aboard again.

We might have stayed on her, as it's turned out, but the boat didn't look very homelike to me yesterday!" "How the dickens were we to know that it would hold together, or even stay on its keel ?" asked Joe disgustedly.

"Don't talk like a sick goldfish, Ossie!" As soon as they had consumed breakfast they scrambled down to the beach with many groans and stretched their cramped and aching limbs.

The rain, although now little more than a very heavy mist, limited their vision to a hundred yards or so in any direction.