A dead calm now prevailed.

Henry gazed eagerly, wistfully round the horizon.

It was an unbroken line; not a speck that resembled a sail was to be seen.
Remembering for the first time that his low raft would be quite invisible at a very short distance, he set about erecting a flag.

This was easily done.

Part of his red shirt was torn off and fastened to a light spar, the end of which he stuck between the logs.