CHAPTER SEVEN.
A DANGEROUS LOCALITY.
After their ample meal of oyster "roasted in the shell," which was a breakfast instead of a supper, they rested for the remainder of the day, and all through the following night.

They required this lengthened period of repose, not because they stood in need of sleep, but from the exhaustion of weakness, consequent upon their long spell of hunger and thirst.
They slept well, considering that they had no couch, nor any covering, but the tattered clothes they wore upon their bodies.

But they had become accustomed to this kind of bed; as to one even less comfortable, and certainly not safer--on the hard planks of the pinnace.

Nor did the cold discomfort them; for although the nights are colder on land than at sea, and in the tropics sometimes even chilly, that night was warm throughout; and nothing interfered with their slumbers except some horrid dreams, the sure sequence of suffering and perils such as they had been passing through.
The morning rose bright and beautiful, as nearly all Bornean mornings do.

And the castaways rose from their recumbent position, feeling wonderfully restored both in strength and spirits.