he would
answer, "It will be your loss, master, but I obey you."

Greatly refreshed by the water, Lord Reginald found that he had
sufficient strength to get to the beach. He managed, not without
difficulty, to cut off from the rocks a further supply of clams, with
which he returned to his cave. He made up his fire, and dressed some of
them. Nep watched him, showing that the eggs had not sufficiently
satisfied his hunger. It was with difficulty, however, when cooked,
that, hungry as he was, Lord Reginald could eat any of the shell-fish.
Even had he been in full health and strength, such food was not
sufficient, without vegetables, either to satisfy his hunger or keep him
in health.

"There, Nep," he said, throwing the remainder to his dog, "they'll suit
you better than they do me."

Nep ate them up, and then came and lay down by his master's side.

"I must try and get this bow finished, old dog. We will then try and
procure some venison, or one of those hogs, if I cannot manage to shoot
a bird," he said.

He took up the stick he had been forming into a bow, and worked away as
he had done on the previous night, but he had blunted his knife in
cutting off the clams from the rocks, and had no means of sharpening it
effectually. He tried to do so on a flat piece of rock, and then on the
sole of his shoe, but after an attempt he found that it was very little
sharper than before. He discovered, indeed, that he was ignorant of the
way to sharpen a knife, as he was of most other arts.

At length, however, the bow was finished in a rough fashion, with a
notch at each end to hold the string, which had now to be formed. He
had first to untwist a piece of rope, then to divide it into small
strands, and to twist them up again by means of a winch, which he
manufactured like those he had seen on board. The string was much
thicker than he wished to make it, but he could not otherwise give it
sufficient strength. At last that was finished, and fitted to the bow.
He had still the arrows to make. He remembered the reeds he had seen
growing by the side of the stream, and rising with difficulty, he
dragged himself along, supported by his stick, until he reached the
spot. He selected a few of the requisite size and length, but with his
blunt knife it took him a long time even to cut one, and his strength
was almost exhausted before he had collected half a dozen. With these
he returned to the cave.

The wings of the pige