With Drake on the Spanish Main
The sun had risen high in the heavens, and Dennis was fain to rest.
"I'm a poor battered hulk," he said aloud, finding some little solace in the sound of his voice, "and hungry--how hungry I am!"
He looked around for food, spied some shell-fish and ate them raw, quenching the ensuing thirst at another stream that rippled down from the interior. The feeling of nervousness lest he should encounter strangers again took hold upon him, and he felt a desire to hide. He found himself casting uneasy, almost terrified glances around him from the nook in which he was now resting, somewhat sheltered fr