Mingled with the other sounds of the storm, Winn now began to distinguish that of waves plashing on the deck of the raft.

Certainly his surroundings had undergone some extraordinary change since he turned in for the night, but what it was passed the boy's comprehension.
After a long search he found a box of matches and lighted the lamp, forgetting that all its oil had been exhausted the evening before.

It burned for a few minutes with a sickly flame, and then went out.

Even that feeble light had been a comfort.

It had showed him that everything was still all right inside the "shanty," besides enabling him to find and put on the clothes that he had hung near the stove to dry.