He said they would need them as covers at night, and as the weather turned a little colder, Paul found that he could use one of the skins quite comfortably.
They built of sticks and brushwood a crude sort of lean-to against one of the stony sides that enclosed the cove, and when a rain came they were able to keep quite dry within its shelter.

They also found rabbits on the island, some of which they killed, and thus added further to their larder.

These labors of house-building and housekeeping kept them busy, and Paul was surprised to find how well content he had become.

Hart did all the cooking, but Paul made amends in other directions, and at night, when they were not fishing or hunting, they would sit by the little fire and talk.

Once about the noon hour they saw a smoke far to the south, and both regarded it speculatively.
"Think likely it's an Injun huntin' party," said Jim Hart, "an' they don't dream o' any white men bein' about.