But Mrs.Cliff did not sleep well, spending a large part of the night imagining the descent of active carnivora down the lofty and perpendicular walls of the large adjoining apartment.
The next day was passed rather wearily by most of the party in looking out for signs of a vessel with the returning mate.

Ralph had made a flag which he could wave from a high point near by, in case he should see a sail, for it would be a great misfortune should Mr.Rynders pass them without knowing it.
To the captain, however, came a new and terrible anxiety.

He had looked into the water-keg, and saw that it held but a few quarts.

It had not lasted as long as he had expected, for this was a thirsty climate.
The next night Mrs.Cliff slept, having been convinced that not even a cat could come down those walls.

The captain woke very early, and when he went out he found, to his amazement, that the barricade had been removed, and he could not see Maka.