"I tell you what," said Bowler cheerily, as the seven stood again on the rocks at the water's edge; "it wants a good hour of dark, and the least thing we can do is to spend the daylight in looking for some proper place of shelter and something to eat, if we can find it. Suppose I and Tubbs and Braintree start to walk round this way, and you, Gayford, take the rest round the other way. If any of us find anything, we'll stop till the other party come up. I've got my whistle, so we'll be sure to hear one another." It could do no harm, and it might do good, so the party tacitly fell in with the suggestion, and divided itself accordingly. Even Crashford was wise enough to feel he could gain nothing by sulking, and returned to his allegiance without demur. "Can't we have something to eat before we start?" said Wallas. "My dear fellow," replied Gayford, "I wish we could, but then we shall have nothing left for to-morrow." Strange to say, Wallas disputed the matter no further, and turned with his companions to start on their tour of discovery. Bowler kept whistling cheerily, and Gayford shouted in reply till the two parties were out of earshot. Then each walked on in silence, eagerly scanning sea and shore in search of hope. For Bowler's party there seemed very little prospect of anything turning up, for their way lay across bare ledges of rock, with perhaps a pool to wade, or a little cape to scramble across, but never a sign of food or shelter. Braintree did indeed announce that in one place he saw a "cwab" disappear into a hole, but the chances of satisfaction from that source were too remote to be pursued. How they longed to be back under the roof of old Swishford, and to hear the cheery bell summoning the boys to tea, and how gratefully now would they have welcomed the wholesome plenty of that often abused meal! Alas! there were no cups of tea, or eggs, or bread-and-butter going on the Long Stork. "Of course," said Bowler, "we could never be _quite_ stuck up for grub as long as there's seaweed about, and if the rain goes on like this there'll be plenty of water too." "You're wight there," said Braintree; "but seaweed and wain-water is warthah a spare diet." "Anyhow," said Bowler, "we have got enough of the shrimps and peaches left for a good breakfast to-morrow; that's one comfort." And they trudged on in that glorious prospect. For an hour they toiled along the rocky shore until the daylight almost suddenly vanished, and the gloom of a damp November night fell upon them. What was the use of exploring further? Even Bowler lost heart as he stumbled about in the dusk, and heard Braintree shivering and chattering with cold beside him, and Tubbs's scarcely suppressed whimper of misery. "Better get back to the rest as soon as we can," said he, taking out his whistle and blowing it again. They listened, but no answer came, only the shriek of the gulls and the steady splash of the rain on the rocks.