moving picture actor. "They're fine, baked with sweet potatoes."
"Well, we'll have to get along without the sweet potatoes, boys," remarked Mr. Ringold, laughingly. "But it's lucky you got him, Blake. Opossum is good eating."
Blake and Joe looked a bit doubtful, but, when the animal was served, they ate with a zest that comes from a good appetite.
"It must have jumped on the raft the time we were stuck on the island," said Joe. "And it's lucky for us that it did."
The opossum, so providentially obtained, served to put them over that day and part of the next.
It was nearly noon, and the last of the opossum meat had been served, and the last of the coffee made. Blake and Joe went down to the pile of boxes, to lift them about again.
"We might find another 'possum," remarked Blake, and he took the rifle with him. But, to their regret, there were no more aboard.
"I'd be glad to see even a muskrat," spoke Joe. But none of those animals, which are greatly relished by some persons, was on the raft.
"If we only had our fishing tackle, we might try our luck in the river," suggested C. C.
