"It must be nearly a hundred miles wide here between the French and English coasts!" Dick, however, was not abashed by this broad statement.
"That mebbe, Master Bob," he replied modestly, scratching the back of his neck where one of his damp locks of hair tickled him at the moment.
"But, I heard the Cap'en say ounly t'other day as how there was so many ships a-passing up and down as a boat adrift wer' bound to be sighted!" "But, suppose a hundred ships passed us," said Bob, who would not be comforted, in spite of all Dick's efforts.

"Why, old chap, they couldn't see us! The fog would prevent them!" "Lor', so her would!" assented Dick, unable to gainsay this argument.
"I forgets that, I did, sure-ly!" After a time, Bob's sobs ceased and he began to think of something else; something that affected him, for the moment, even more strongly than his fears.
"I'm awfully hungry, Dick," he said.

"Have you got any more bread-and- cheese left ?" "No, not a scrap," was the melancholy answer.

"I giv' yer half, share and share alike; and I've ate every crumb o' mine!" "Isn't there anything in the locker ?" "Nothing, but the Cap'en's hatchet! Don't you bear in mind as how I scrubbed her out afore we started ?" "Yes, so you did, I recollect," replied Bob moodily, his appetite being well-nigh unbearable from its insatiable gnawing.

"How do you feel, Dick ?" "I feels as if I could eat the h'elephant we seed in the circus." This made Bob laugh hysterically.
"I think I could, too," he said, between his paroxysms of laughter and sobs.