Taking the provisions and musket they set out for the spring. Here they bathed their hot faces and refreshed themselves. "Now let us have food," said John. The sea-biscuit and dried fish were wholesome, and they ate with a relish. John Stevens wanted to climb a lofty hill about two miles away, from which he hoped to have a good view of the surrounding country. "Can we from there determine what land we are on?" she asked. "I hope so." "If there be cities, will we see them?" "We shall," he answered. "Have you no hopes nor fears?" "I have both." "What are your hopes?" "My hopes are that this is one of the Bermuda Islands." "And your fears?" "That this is one of the West India Islands, or a part of the Florida coast, under control of the Spaniards." "Did you hear the captain say where we were before the ship struck?" "No; he was a most incompetent master, and knew not where we were." "Whether we are in the land of enemies or friends, it will be better to know the truth," reasoned Blanche. "Are you strong enough for the walk?" She thought she was, and they started on their journey of exploration. One of the guns was left with the provisions at the spring; but John carried the other. The distance to the hill proved greater than they had supposed, and before they reached the base, the sun, sinking low in the heavens, admonished them that night would overtake them before the summit could possibly be gained. John called a halt and asked: "Shall we go on, or return to the beach?" Blanche gazed on the frowning hills and bluffs before them and thought it best to return. Those gloomy mountain wilds were terrible after dark, and she thought they would find it more congenial nearer the wreck. They returned to the beach. The inflowing tide had lifted their boat and borne it further up on the sands. "Will it not be carried off?" Blanche asked. "No, I have it anchored with a heavy stone, so it cannot be carried out." John cut four poles and drove them into the ground and spread the canvas over it, forming a shelter for Blanche. He had brought a blanket from the wreck, which, with some of the coarse grass he cut with his sword, formed a bed for his charge. A box which he had brought from the ship afforded her a seat. They had not found a human being, nor had they seen a single animal. A few sea-birds flying high in the air were the only living creatures which had greeted their vision since landing. "Will you be afraid to remain here while I go for the provisions and musket left at the spring?" asked John. "No, we have nothing to fear." "I believe this part of the coast to be entirely uninhabited."