In the second place, suicide is the resort of cowards.
"None of you happened to hide any food in his pockets at breakfast, I take it ?" asked Dan grimly, at last.
Of course they hadn't.
"Too bad," sighed Dan.

"I'm growing terribly hungry." "Catch a fish," smiled back Darrin.
"And eat it raw ?" gasped Dalzell.

"Darry, you know my tastes better than that." "Then wait a few hours longer," proposed Dave, "until even raw fish will be a delicacy." Hallam took no part in the chaffing.

He was miserably conscious, all the while, that his own folly had been solely responsible for the present plight of these noble messmates.
Thus the time passed on.

None kept any track of it; they realized only that it was still daylight.
Then suddenly Dave gave a gasp and raised one hand to point.
His two classmates turned and were able to make out the mastheads of a craft in the distance.
How they strained their eyes! All three stared and stared, until they felt tolerably certain that the craft was headed their way.
"They may see us!" cried Hallam eagerly.
"Three battleships and as many launches failed to find us," retorted Dan.