"Water," he answered, moving towards the cave. "The bowl is half of a paw-paw, which, next to that spring itself, is the welcomest thing I've discovered." She was glad to note bananas among his several fruits, but she made no further observations. More and more her sense of constraint increased, as she clearly foresaw her dependence upon and intimate association with this man, who had overstepped the bounds of honor to his friend, and to whom she had spoken in such anger. Breakfast was soon begun. Elaine consumed all she could relish of the fruits, although neither the loco (loquet, a yellowish sort of plum), the guava--green and full of seeds--nor the custard apple, which was somewhat sickishly sweet, appealed irresistibly to her fancy. She drank from a leaf, curled up to form a cup, and found the water decidedly refreshing and agreeable, despite the fact it was slightly flavored by the juices of the paw-paw shell in which it had been served. Grenville leaned back, when his appetite was thoroughly appeased, and began to empty his pockets. He produced the remains of his broken knife, a few loose coins, a ring of keys, a pig-skin purse with several pieces of gold as its contents, the stub of a pencil, and his watch, which, by great good fortune, was waterproof, and still in good running condition, despite its several immersions. Elaine was watching his movements, puzzled to guess his intent. "Taking stock," he said, presently, "by way of facing the situation and formulating plans.... These trifling chattels are all I possess in the world--our world, at least--with which to begin certain labors. You probably haven't even hairpins." Elaine had coiled her hair upon a twig. She shook her head, and faintly resented his allusion to the island as a sort of partnership property. Grenville began to segregate his belongings. "Money, keys, pencil, and watch--all mere encumbrances, absolutely worthless. One broken knife--invaluable. We shall require, as soon as possible, water-jugs, basins, cooking utensils, something to make a fire, implements to chop our fuel, some primitive weapons, and tools with which to fashion a boat. I must lose no time in exploring beyond the spring. I have found nothing yet that will especially lend itself to our uses." Elaine's brown eyes were very wide. "You expect to remain here long enough to build a boat, when the raft---- I know it can't be rowed, of course, but--couldn't you try a sail?" "We couldn't sail it in its present form," he answered, "even if we knew which direction to take when we started. With a small, swift boat we might venture a few explorations from the island as a base." She was silent for a moment, and grave. "You haven't much faith, then, in hailing some passing steamer?"