There was no more wood to gather, and to save his little stock he ran up and down upon the rocks that he might drive away the cold with exercise.
The sun was low when he lighted his evening fire, and as he prepared his sea pigeon for supper he remembered with regret that he had but one bird remaining.
"And I've been hungry ever since I've been here," he remarked to himself.

"I'm half starved this minute." He was thinking a great deal now of what he should have to eat when he reached home, and planning for this and that.

And, oh, for some good hot tea! And so, thinking, and dreading to go to his cheerless cave, he sat while his fire burned low and the sun sank from sight and the long and gloomy twilight gathered.
"I'll spare another stick or two," he said, replenishing the fire.

"I can't go into that hole yet." The fire blazed up, and the twilight grew thicker, and the fire had nearly burned out again while Bobby, dreaming of home and Mrs.Abel, and wondering where Abel Zachariah and Skipper Ed and Jimmy were, fell into a doze.

Then it was that something unlooked for startled him into sudden wakefulness..