He was very encouraging, though, about this, for he said we were right in the track of vessels bound North, which all sought the Gulf Stream; and, besides, a burning ship at night would attract the attention of vessels at a great distance, and some of them would be sure to make for us.
"We'll see a sail in the morning," said he; "make up your minds to that.
All we've got to do is to stick together on the raft, and we're almost sure to be picked up." I think he said things like this to give courage to us three, but I don't believe we needed it, particularly.

Rectus was very quiet, but I think that if he could have kept himself dry he would have been pretty well satisfied to float until daylight, for he had full faith in the captain, and was sure we should be picked up.

I was pretty much of the same mind, but poor Corny was in a sad way.

It was no comfort to her to tell her that we should be picked up, unless she could be assured that the same ship would pick up her father and mother.

But we could say nothing positive about this, of course, although we did all that we could, in a general way, to make her feel that everything would turn out all right.