These they further secured against wet by placing several robes over them and a skin of parchment.

Then they sat down on this pile to rest, and consider what should be done next.
"'Tis a bad look-out," said Joe, shaking his head.
"I fear it is," replied Dick in a melancholy tone.
Henri said nothing, but he sighed deeply on looking up at the sky, which was now of a uniform watery gray, while black clouds drove athwart it.

The rain was pouring in torrents, and the wind began to sweep it in broad sheets over the plains, and under their slight covering, so that in a short time they were wet to the skin.

The horses stood meekly beside them, with their tails and heads equally pendulous; and Crusoe sat before his master, looking at him with an expression that seemed to say, "Couldn't you put a stop to this if you were to try ?" "This'll never do.

I'll try to git up a fire," said Dick, jumping up in desperation.
"Ye may save yerself the trouble," remarked Joe dryly--at least as dryly as was possible in the circumstances.
However, Dick did try, but he failed signally.