Now, Miss Howland, I
think you ought to go to your cabin and get off those damp skirts. I
have got to take a look at the cargo, see what plans I can make to
render us something else than a log on the sea, and nose about in the
galley." He started. "By George! I had forgotten about food. That's
rather important." He hastily left the cabin and started down the
corridor, with the girl's warning not to be long following him.
First he stopped in the carpenter's room and secured the very thing he
was looking for,--an axe. With this he broke down the door of the
storeroom, which, as he had expected, was locked. There were a barrel
of flour, tins of beef and of soups and vegetables, condensed milk, and
a number of preserve jars filled with coffee.
Taking one of the jars in which he saw the coffee was ground he poured
out a cupful and drew some water from a cask. Then going into the
galley, he dug up a coffee-pot from the mass of cooking utensils which
covered the floor, and proceeded to light a fire in the range. It was
soon roaring, and Dan had just mixed the coffee and water when Virginia
appeared at the door.
For an instant Dan hardly recognized the girl in her trim blue skirt,
white sailor waist, open at the throat, and a red leather belt with a
great brass buckle.
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