Beef, whether smoked or fresh, as an exclusive diet, would become tiresome, and since they might be in for a long stay on the island he meant to fill their larder as best he could.
On his way he kept a sharp watch for game, but saw only a small coney, a sort of rabbit, which he left in peace.

He found at a marshy edge of the lake a number of ducks, three of which he shot, and which he dressed and cooked later on, finding them to be excellent.
Robert made himself a comfortable bed on the floor with blankets from one of the closets and slept soundly through the next night.

The following morning he found the slaver weaker than ever and out of his head at times.

He made beef broth for him once more, but the man was able to take but little.
"'Tis no use, Peter," he said in a lucid interval.

"I'm sped.