"Do you really think it's gone?" asked Ruth faintly, as she nestled
closer to her sister and Mrs. Maguire.
"I hope so," ventured Alice.
"I guess we've heard the last of it," Russ assured them. "But don't
worry. We'll be on the watch the rest of the night. I wish we could have
a fire; but I'm afraid it's out of the question."
"Let's try, anyhow," suggested Paul. "It will give us something to do.
I'm cold and stiff. Maybe we can find a bit of dry wood."
"It is chilly," complained Ruth, and she shivered. The night was cold and
damp.
Nor were the piece of canvas and the raincoats much protection. Still, it
was better than nothing.
"Well, we'll try a fire," agreed Russ, as he prepared to go ashore with
Paul.
"Oh--don't--don't go!" begged Ruth, nervously.
"Why not?" asked the young actor.
"Because--that beast--!"
"I fancy he's far enough off by now," answered Russ. "A fire will be our
best protection, if we can make one. Come on, Paul, let's try it,
anyhow."
"Oh, I--I don't like them to go," protested Ruth.
"Silly! It's the best thing to do," answered Alice. "They probably need a
little exercise. They haven't so much room in their end of the boat as we
have."
"Oh, of course, I don't want them to be uncomfortable," returned Ruth,
quickly.
Searching about with the lantern Russ and Paul managed to get enough dry
wood to start a blaze.
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