He was the oldest of the little party and a man of few
words, but he was deeply attached to his four faithful comrades. Silently
he gave thanks that his lot was cast with those whom he liked so well.
The night passed away and up came a beautiful dawn of rose and gold. Tom
Ross awakened his comrades.
"The day is here," he said, "an' we must be up an' doin' ef we're goin' to
keep on the trail o' them Spanish fellers."
"All right," said Shif'less Sol, opening his eyes. "Jim Hart, is my
breakfus ready? Ef so, you kin jest bring it to me while I'm layin' here
an' I'll eat it in bed."
"Your breakfus ready!" replied Jim Hart indignantly. "What sort uv
nonsense are you talkin' now, Sol Hyde?"
"Why, ain't you the ship's cook?" said Sol in a hurt tone, "an' oughtn't
you to be proud o' bein' head cook on a splendiferous new gall-yun like
this? I'd a-thought, Jim, you'd be so full o' enthusiasm over bein'
promoted that you'd have had ready fur us the grandest breakfus that wuz
ever cooked by a mortal man fur mortal men. It wuz sech a fine chance fur
you."
"I think we can risk a fire," said Henry. "The Spaniards are far out of
sight, and warm food will be good for us."
After they had eaten, Henry poured a few drops of the Spanish liquor for
each in a small silver cup that he found in one of the lockers.
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