"That's just as well. Now we'll climb up here, and you will rest while I gather wood and rope and make a raft. Then we'll see what fortune sends us." "Whatever are all those?" she asked, when they had worked their way to the top, and stood looking round. "Those are the bones of the ships that have perished here. There are hundreds of them half-buried in the sand." "It is the most amazing sight I ever set eyes on," she said again, and sat and gazed at it all while he worked busily at the raft. "Now," he said, climbing up to her again at last, "We will look for necessaries first and take anything else we come upon that may be useful. Those barrels are pork, but they are too heavy for us to handle----" "Couldn't you break one open?" "Then the birds would be on us like a shot. Some of them have got their eyes on us already," and he pointed to them swooping watchfully round. "We did that once and had to fight and run for it. Maybe we'll come across some smaller ones before we're done. Here's a small cask of rum. We'll make sure of that," and he rolled and carried it to their landing-place, and they scrambled on. "These barrels are biscuits. Some of it may be good. We'll bring the raft round for it. Those small casks are flour. It's only good in the middle. We'll come round for one of them presently. We want some coffee. We're sure to come across some sooner or later." "What is it like?" "Small square cases about so big." "Oh, I wonder what's in this great case." "We'll soon see," and he smashed at it with his axe. "Hardware. We'll add to our stock since it's here." "And this? Oh, I wish I had an axe too. I want to break open every box we come to," and he laughed out at her quick surrender to the riever spirit. "Why do you laugh at me then? It would surely be helping you." "I know just how you feel, and now you know just how Macro feels." "I know just how he feels. It must grow upon one. I don't want any of the things, but still I would like to break open and find." "We'd better stick to business. When we've got all we come across that will be of service I'll hand you the axe and you can smash away at anything you like, except your toes.... No doubt what's in that box anyway,"--for the ends of rolls of silk were sticking out of it. "I expect Macro has been over this ground already. Shall we take some?" She picked out several rolls, saying, "They may come in useful, even if it's only to make our cabin as fine as his," and he stacked up the silk along with a raffle of rope, which was always to the good.