He got out a small chest of sea biscuits, a Holland cheese, and some dried fish, which he carried to his boat.

He paused a moment to gaze at Blanche, who sat on a stone watching him.

The almost tropical sun beating down upon her defenceless head suggested the need of some sort of shelter, and he procured some canvas and threw in an axe and pair of hatchets to cut poles and arrange a tent or shelter for her.
Having at last loaded his boat he set out for shore.

The tide was fast setting in and bore him rapidly onward.

Landing he unloaded his boat, and asked: "Have you seen any one ?" "No." "I have brought some food." "It will be useless without water.