This is the first time that I have been out with you, Ned.

The others have had their share, and it will be hard upon me if, when I get home, I have not some tale to tell my friends." "I hope that it will not be so," Ned said, "for more than story telling depends upon our success.

I fear the Golden Hind is fixed fast, and that all the fruits of our expedition are lost, even if our lives be saved.

Everything depends upon the report we may make when we return; and anything that should occur to delay us, or to prevent our bearing back tidings of this place to the admiral, would be bad fortune, indeed." "I don't mean," Reuben said, "anything that would prevent our returning.

But we might do something, and yet return safely." A walk round the island showed no signs of water; nor, although they searched for some hours, walking backwards and forwards across it, could they find any sign of a pool.