Waiting thus, and wondering what they could do next, the three boys looked sadly toward the receding shore. The quilts which they had thrown around them had been fastened at the waist with rope-yarns, and these, in the exercise of letting go the anchor, had fallen from their shoulders, leaving them exposed from their waists upward. They looked ruefully at one another as they thought of this, burst out laughing, and then drew the quilts, toga fashion, over their shoulders again. “It was bad enough this morning,” said Arthur, at last, “but it was a joke to this. What can we do for something to eat?” “There’s not a morsel on board.” “The last mouthful of bread we ate before we waded ashore.” “If we only had a fish-hook we might hope to catch something.” “Fish-hook! Why, man, we haven’t any kind of bait.” “Well, all we’ve got to do is to hope for some one to pick us up.” “Is that all? No,” said Bart. “I, for one, am not going to sit down and float away, goodness knows where. I move that we up sail and go somewhere.” “Up sail!” “Of course. Why not?” “But can we--can you--?” “O, we can scrape along. I’d rather have a small accident than drift off in this style, doing nothing. You all understand my knowledge of sailing, for you’ve had a fair specimen of it, and if you’re willing to risk my steering again, I’m ready to take hold; if not, then you or Bruce take hold, and I’ll keep at the sails. It don’t make any difference, though, which of us is captain, for I suppose one knows just as much as another. But, at any rate, I’m bound to have the sails up.” “So am I,” cried Bruce, “whatever happens.” “And I too!” cried Arthur. “Bart, you be captain, old fellow. We won’t take your office from you. You’ve had more experience than we have had, at any rate, for you’ve steered her already. But we must get up the piece of an anchor first.” “Of course we must, and the sooner the better.” Upon this they all went to work at the windlass. It was hard work, but after some time it was successfully accomplished. By this time they had drifted out several miles, and the beach still lay before them, but it was faint in the distance. The headland was then somewhat toward the right, and this served as an excellent guide. The vessel’s head was still turned toward the shore, in the way in which she had drifted out. “My idea,” said Bart, “is, that we sail straight back again.” “It’s a pity we hadn’t the other fellows on board,” said Bruce, “for we might try some place where there might be houses.” “Well, in that case, I’d give you the helm,” said Bart. “As long as I’m here, I will only go where I know my ground. I don’t care to try the Five Islands again, nor would I like to turn the schooner. It’s lucky for us that she’s heading in shore. So come, boys, let’s hurry up with the sails, or else she may turn off in some other direction; and then how we can get her round again, will be more than I can say.”