"Won't you now, Larry? Now that ain't me—I'd much rather eat my enemy nor have my enemy eat me; hang me if I wouldn't!"
Yet, later on, when Jeff came along to get some of the sawfish's meat to bake over the galley fire, he was told nobody wanted any, and after preserving the saw, Captain Ponsberry had the body hove overboard.
Larry was tired out by the swimming race and by the adventure with the sawfish, and he was glad enough, after examining the fish, to lie down in his berth and take a rest and, later on, a good night's sleep. Striker also slept soundly, and when early in the morning a breeze sprang up and the sails were hoisted. Captain Ponsberry gave orders not to disturb them, but to let the others do the necessary work.
"They've earned the rest, poor chaps," he said, "so let 'em have it."
The prediction that an island of the Farallon de Pajaros group would be sighted inside of two days was fulfilled. At noon on the second day Captain Ponsberry, sweeping the northwestern horizon with his glass, sighted a long, low shore backed up by a hill of rocks, and at once had the
