The sailors did not utter a murmur, and the boatswain in a smothered voice said,-- "Very well, we will wait till daybreak tomorrow," and threw down his hatchet.
To-morrow, then, unless land or a sail appear, the horrible sacrifice will be accomplished.

Stifling their sufferings by a strenuous effort, all returned to their places.

The sailors crouched beneath the sails, caring nothing about scanning the ocean.

Food was in store for them to-morrow, and that was enough for them.
As soon as Andre Letourneur came to his senses, his first thought was for his father, and I saw him count the passengers on the raft.

He looked puzzled; when he lost consciousness there had been only two names left in the hat, those of his father and the carpenter; and yet M.
Letourneur and Dowlas were both there still.