2/15 The long drawer under Borckman's bunk caught his eye. There was little doubt in his mind, had the drawer, in the midst of the squall of the previous night, fallen to the floor, that no _Arangi_ and no soul of the eighty souls on board would have been left. For the drawer was filled with a heterogeneous mess of dynamite sticks, boxes of fulminating caps, coils of fuses, lead sinkers, iron tools, and many boxes of rifle, revolver and pistol cartridges. He sorted and arranged the varied contents, and with a screwdriver and a longer screw reattached the button. |