We shall find something to eat here, I daresay.
Enough to keep us.

Why, Mark, I don't suppose we should have to put you in the pot for quite a year." Mark laughed, and the major's eyes twinkled as he went on.
"What nonsense, my lad! we couldn't starve here.

The sea teems with fish waiting to be caught.

Look yonder." Mark glanced in the required direction, and could see the smooth water in the lagoon dappled and blurring as a shoal of fish played upon the surface.
"But how are we to catch them, sir ?" "Hooks and lines; make nets; fish-traps.

Why, Mark, if a savage can do these things, surely we can!" "Do you think there are any animals here ?" said Mark, glancing round.
"Sure to be of some kind.