There's about a pint of vinegar in it, but I guess we can sacrifice that." "Drink it, Steve, and save it," suggested Perry.
The tide had retreated further by now and the bow of the cruiser was almost beyond the breakers and Steve's journey was not difficult.

When he got back, with the vinegar jug filled with gasoline hung around his neck, he reported the _Adventurer_ waist-deep in water at the stern.
"You fellows start the fire," he said, "and I'll go back and bring some grub ashore.

There's no reason for starving with food handy." Joe volunteered to accompany him, and, after disrobing and putting his damp clothes under a stone to keep them from blowing away, he and Steve plunged back into the water.

Meanwhile success met the efforts of the firemen and soon a good-sized blaze was roaring in spite of wind and mist.

They had located it as near the foot of the cliff as possible and, although the smoke made itself disagreeable by billowing out in their faces, it was thereby somewhat sheltered from the elements.