Who would be the next to go?
We should then be thirteen.
"An unlucky number!" said Andre with a mournful smile.
During the night the boatswain cast his lines from the stern of the raft, and, unwilling to trust them to any one else, remained watching them himself.

In the morning I went to ascertain what success had attended his patience.

It was scarcely light, and with eager eyes he was peering down into the water.

He had neither seen nor heard me coming.
"Well, boatswain!" I said, touching him on the shoulder.
He turned round quickly.
"Those villainous sharks have eaten every morsel of my bait," he said, in a desponding voice.
"And you have no more left ?" I asked.
"No more," he said.

Then grasping my arm he added, "and that only shows me that it is no good doing things by halves." The truth flashed upon me at once, and I laid my hand upon his mouth.
Poor Walter!.