The boys took a stroll on the beach to talk over their plans.
"I am sorry to say there is no telling how long we may have to stay here," said Dick.

"It may be a day, a week, or for years." "Oh, some ship is bound to pick us up some day," returned Tom.

"And if we can find enough to live on in the meantime, what is the use of complaining?
I am glad my life was spared." "So am I, Tom." "I would like to know what became of Dan Baxter," put in Sam.

"Can it be possible that all of the rest perished ?" "Certainly it is possible, Sam.

You know what a time we had of it." "It is an awful death to die--in the midst of the ocean," and the youngest Rover shuddered.
"I agree with you," said Tom.