"Now, if we can get him and his mother over to the house, we can save both of them.
Ford, how long did you say it was since they'd eaten any thing ?" "About three days, they say." "Mercy on me! And that cabin of ours holds so little! Glad it's full, anyhow.

Let's get every thing out and over here, right away." "The cabin ?" "No, Hamilton, the provisions." Not a soul among them all thought of their own lunch, any more than Mrs.
Kinzer herself did; but Joe and Fuz were not among them just then.

On the contrary, they were over there by the shore, where the "Jenny" had been pulled up, trying to get Dab Kinzer to put them on board "The Swallow." "Somebody ought to be on board of her," said Fuz, in as anxious a tone as he could assume, "with so many strange people around." "It isn't safe," added Joe.
"Fact," replied Dab; "but then, I kind o' like to feel a little unsafe." The Hart boys had a feeling, at that moment, that somehow or other Dab knew why they were so anxious to go on board; and they were right enough, for he was saying to himself, "They can wait.

They do look hungry, but they'll live through it.

There ain't any cuffs or collars in Ham's locker." All there was then in the locker was soon out of it, after Mrs.Kinzer and the rest came, for they brought with them the officers of the wrecked bark; and neither Joe nor Fuz had an opportunity to so much as "help distribute" that supply of provisions.