And over there I found some pretty nice canned goods." Merriwell smiled.

Inza's manner was like a break of sunshine.
"Your talk makes me simply ravenous." That they were ravenous they showed when they fell to on the supper which Inza prepared as best she could from the materials available.
There were many things that might have been improved.

They might have gone out on the deck, for one thing, but the wet fog had come down again, with a chill that went to the bones--a chill that was simply horrible to Frank and Bart in the damp condition in which their clothing still remained.
The fishermen did not seem to mind the fog, however, but walked the deck and smoked, garbed in oilskins and sou'westers.

They talked, too, by signaling to each other with their hands.

Merry, Hodge, and Inza sat up until a late hour, going over and over again all the points of the day's experience, with the many conjectures and unanswerable questions which grew out of it.
The fact that the sloop belonged in Sea Cove, the village near which, according to the newspaper report, Barney Mulloy was killed, was a matter of intense interest, even though the fishermen could in no wise enlighten them on the subject of Barney's murder.