Nowhere was there any sign of even a hut.
"Well ?" queried Harrigan, seeing McTee frown.
"We can live here," explained the captain, "but God knows how long it will be before we sight a ship.

Our only hope is for some tramp freighter that's trying to find a short cut through the reefs.

Even if we sight a tramp, how'll we signal her ?" "With a fire." "Aye, if one passes at night.

We could stack up wood on the top of this hill.

The island isn't charted.