Francis had brought the fish with him as a means of subsistence during the voyage, in case he should be unable to obtain provisions, but for this there was no occasion, as there was an abundance of fruit hanging from the beams, while piles of bread were stowed in a partition at one end of the hold.

During the day, however, he did not venture to move, and was heartily glad when it again became dark, and he could venture to get out and stretch himself.
He appropriated a loaf and some bunches of grapes, took a long drink from a pail placed under the tap of a water butt, and made his way back to his corner.

After a hearty meal he went out again for another drink, and then turned in to sleep.
So passed six days.

By the rush of water against the outside planks, he could always judge whether the vessel was making brisk way or whether she was lying becalmed.

Once or twice, after nightfall, he ventured up on deck, feeling certain that in the darkness there was no fear of his being detected.