Main was the search for water; though every inch of ground throughout the island was carefully surveyed, not a sign of a spring could be discovered.

Having examined all the provisions which had been collected, Mr Collinson found they had sufficient for two months or so, on short allowance.  It might be managed so as to last rather longer; but could they hope to get away even in that time?  Not only months, but years might go by, before any vessel might pass sufficiently near to distinguish them.  They had no means of making a signal, for all the masts and spars had been carried away when the schooner first struck; and, being dashed about on the reef, had been broken to fragments.  The group of trees were all close together, so that no signal could be seen flying from them.

Mr Collinson evidently had great difficulty in keeping up his own spirits; he did his best, however, for some time.  Employment, he knew, was a great thing both for himself and the rest.  He therefore advised that they should build a hut, which would shelter them from the heat in the day, and, should the rainy season come on, protect them from the rain.  For this purpose there was an ample supply of timber.  Having built the hut, they next began to furnish it.  First, they made a table and stools.  Jack Windy proposed, when the lieutenant was out of hearing, that they should make a chair for him.  On this they all four set to work, and, whenever he was away, got on with it, putting it aside when he returned.  In a couple of days, they had the satisfaction of presenting him with a comfortable armchair.  It was evident, indeed, that he needed it, for, in spite of his courage, anxiety was preying upon him, and his health and strength were failing.  Bill watched him anxiously.

“It will never do if he gives in,” he said to himself, and he thought how he could best arouse him.

Whenever Mr Collinson was within hearing, Bill talked more cheerfully than ever.

“You said, sir, the other day, that we should have the rainy season down upon us before long; if so, we need not be afraid of want of water.  I was looking at a place at the other end of the island, where there’s a large piece of flat ground, and I thought to myself, if we could dig a hole in the middle, and just make some small trenches leading into it, when the rain comes down we might chance to get some water.  Maybe it won’t be very clean, but we could pass it through some sail-cloth, or some of the linen we found in the carpenter’s chest, and so we shall be able to fill up our casks again.”

“A very good idea,” said Mr Collinson; “we will try it, at all events.”

“And I was thinking, sir, that we might get some fish.  I found a paper of fish-hooks in the chest, among other things; and there’s no doubt we should find plenty of fish out in the lagoon.”

“We will make a raft and try,” said Mr Collinson.  “I have been thinking of it, though, but I did not know any fish-hooks had been found.”

“I used to be a capital hand at fishing, sir, in Portsmouth Harbour,” said Bill, “and always had more luck than anybody else; so I hope I shall have here.”

While the rest of the party were building a raft, Bill hunted along the shore, where he found several varieties of shell-fish.

“Some of these will help to keep us alive, if we cannot get fish,” he observed, as he returned with them; “but I have no doubt that some of them will serve as bait; we will try, at all events.”

Next morning, at daybreak, all hands were engaged in constructing a small raft capable of carrying two or three people.  Some paddles were formed, and a mast and sail rigged, so that they might even go out as far as the reef.  Some small line was found that served pretty well for fishing-lines, when Bill and Jack Windy, getting on the raft, paddled out to a little distance from the shore.  Bill’s line had not been in the water two minutes before he got a bite, and directly afterwards he hauled up a fine, big fish.  In two or three minutes more he caught another; and, curiously enough, he had caught five, while Jack, who was on the other side of the raft, only caught one.

“Why, you are in luck, Bill,” said Jack.

“I don’t know how it is,” said Bill, “but it’s always the case with me.  Whenever I used to go out fishing with anybody else, I always caught three times as many fish as they did.  At all events, I am thankful that we have been so fortunate.”

In an hour, the raft returned with fish enough to serve the party for a couple of days.  Their success put them in good spirits, and even Mr Collinson revived greatly.  A tinder-box having been found in the chest, they were able to light a fire to cook their fish.  Some they boiled, and some they roasted on spits.  Mr Collinson, however, who had been as a midshipman in the South Seas, recollected the way the natives of several islands cooked their fish.  Having collected a number of leaves, the fish were wrapped up in them.  A hole was then dug, and a number of stones, heated in the fire, were thrown into it.  On the top of these the fish were placed.  More leaves were then thrown in, and the whole covered in with earth.

Old Grim looked on with a considerable amount of doubt as to the success of the experiment exhibited in his countenance.  Mr Collinson, however, told them that he would let them know when it was time to remove the earth.  In about half an hour he came back, and the earth being cleared away and the leaves removed, steam arose from the hole, and the fish were found perfectly cooked and hot.  The whole party agreed that they had never before tasted more delicious fish.

They had now no longer any fear of starving.  Still, as Mr Collinson gazed over the ocean, he could not help feeling that they were thus only prolonging their lives to meet, ultimately, with the same termination.

“We shall soon be getting the scurvy among us,” he thought to himself, “as no man can live on this diet, without vegetables, and escape that horrible complaint; and even if we do not get the scurvy, we must sink at last from want of water.”

He also felt the life he was compelled to lead far more than did the others.  They were companions to each, while he was, as it were, alone.  Often and often he went away by himself to the other end of the island to consider by what means they could escape from their imprisonment.  He did not forget also to lift up his heart in prayer for guidance and protection.

“God may find a way for us to escape, though I know not how it is to be,” he said often to himself.

Thus day after day, and week after week, passed away.  Although they had most carefully husbanded their water, it was now growing very scarce.  Not a drop of rain had fallen by which it could be replenished.

They had wisely covered up the casks with planks and boughs, so as to keep them from the heat, and to diminish the evaporation as much as possible.  Still, in that climate, a good deal of water, they knew, must thus be lost.  From sunrise to sunset, their eyes were consequently cast over the ocean, in the hopes of discovering a sail; but none appeared, proving that Mr Collinson was right when he told them that few vessels were likely to pass that way.  Still hope was kept alive in their bosoms.

As they saw the water decreasing, they now also began to look out eagerly for signs of rain; but the sky remained blue as ever, undimmed by a single cloud.  Day after day the sun rose, and came burning down on their heads, to sink again into the same unclouded horizon.  Their tank had long been formed.  Bill especially made frequent visits to it, to keep it clean.  He was more sanguine than the rest as to the advantage of the tank.

“I doubt, boy, in spite of all you say, if it will ever hold water, even if the rain does come down,” said old Grim, in his usual tone.  “We are all doomed men that’s my opinion.  I may be wrong, of course; and I hope so for your sake, Bill.  It’s hard for a young chap like you to die; but for an old fellow like me, it’s no odds to no one.”

At length Mr Collinson, in spite of all his efforts to keep up, again overcome by weakness, was unable to leave the hut.  Bill sat by his side, doing his utmost to cheer him.  His favourite topic was the drive from Kingston to Rock Hill Cottage, and the pleasant days he had spent there.

“And, sir, I am very sure we shall be back there one of these days.  I don’t think, after we have been preserved so long, we shall be left to perish; though how we are to get away is more than I can say.”

On examining the cask, Jack Windy discovered, however, on that very day, that scarcely two quarts of water remained.

“Sam Grimshaw,” he said, addressing old Grim, as he pointed to the cask, “this is a bad job, but we must not let the lieutenant know of it.  It will not do to give him less than his usual quantity; and you and I and the others must manage to go on still shorter commons.”

Old Grim readily agreed to this, as did Bill and Tommy the latter, perhaps, somewhat unwillingly.  For several days, whenever the lieutenant, who was suffering from fever, asked for water, it was brought to him, though the brave fellows felt their own throats parched and dry, and would only allow themselves just enough to wet their lips whenever they could no longer bear the thirst.

At length but a pint remained; and with heavier hearts than usual they went to bed, feeling almost as if they could not hold out more than another day.  Several times during the night, Bill got up to give Mr Collinson the water he asked for.  It was a sore trial to him, yet he would not put the cup to his own lips, though, if his pocket had been full of gold, he would have given the whole of it for a draught of water.  By daylight they were up as usual, and Tommy Rebow, who was out-of-doors the first, came rushing back, singing out

“Look there!  Look there!”

They hurried to the door, expecting to see a vessel; but no sail was in sight.  There was, however, in the horizon, a dark cloud, which, though small, was, after they had watched it for some time, evidently increasing in size.  On it came, others following, till at length the whole horizon was dark with clouds.  Eagerly they rushed forth to put out everything which could hold water, and then rolled up their casks to the side of the tank which they had formed.  The whole sky, in the mean time, was overcast with dark clouds.

“There it is!  There it is!” cried Jack, pointing to the sea, on which the rain was now pouring down.

On it came, like a wall of water.  In a few minutes they were all soaked to the skin, while they lifted up their open mouths to catch the refreshing liquid.  Several sails had been washed on shore, and one of these Grimshaw had employed himself in mending.  He now brought it up with him, and, calling to his companions, they held it out with one side over one of the casks.  So furiously did the rain fall, that the cask was quickly filled.  This was indeed providential, for, in spite of all the labour that had been bestowed on the tank, the ground was so sandy that the greater portion of the water ran through it.  As soon, however, as the rain had ceased, all hands ran and began to bale out a small quantity which had collected at the bottom.  They saved enough to fill about half a cask.

“We should have been badly off, lads, if it had not been for my notion,” exclaimed Grimshaw, triumphantly.  “My sail has done more than your tank.”

“Very true,” answered Jack; “but suppose another time the rain was to come in the night, when we were all asleep?  The tank would get more than the sail.  I have a notion, too, now the ground has been wetted, that if another shower comes the tank will fill better.”

With the precious fluid they had collected they returned to the hut, their strength greatly restored from the water they had drunk.

Now, for the first time, Mr Collinson learned to what a fearful state they had been reduced, and felt very grateful to them for the way in which they had supplied him, when they so much wanted the water themselves.  Mr Collinson continued very ill; and often Bill, as he sat up watching him, thought that he was going to die.

Rain now frequently fell, and the heat became even greater, at times, than during the bright weather.  At length the rain ceased, and the water which had been collected began once more to diminish with fearful rapidity.  A long, dry season was before them, and by what means the casks were to be replenished no one could tell.