s into an A shape. The canvas was lashed to each of the
arms of the A, and the contrivance then set up and secured to the fore
and aft cleats by the mooring line they had utilized for the sea anchor.

"Well," remarked Tubby, as he surveyed his handiwork with some
satisfaction and pride, "we can go before the wind now, anyhow--even if
we do look like a lost, strayed or stolen Chinese junk."

"Say, I'm so hungry I could eat one of those fish raw!" exclaimed
Hiram, now quite recovered, as the Flying Fish, under her clumsy sail,
began to stagger along in the direction in which Tubby believed the
land lay, the wind fortunately being dead aft.

"Great Scott, the kid's right!" exclaimed Merritt. "We forgot all
about eating in the gloom but now I believe I could almost follow
Hiram's lead and eat some of those fellows as they are."

"Well, that's about all you'll get to eat for a long time," remarked
Tubby, grimly casting an anxious eye aloft at the filling "sail."

CHAPTER XVII

ALMOST RUN DOWN

It grew dark rapidly and the night fell on three lonely, wet, hungry
boys, rolling along in a disabled boat under what was surely one of the
queerest rigs ever devised. It answered its purpose, though, and under
her "jury mast" the Flying Fish actually made some headway through the
water.

None of the boys said much, and Tubby, under the cover of the darkness,
tightened his capacious belt. It spoke volumes for his Boy Scout
training that, though he probably felt the pangs of hunger as much or
even more keenly than the others, he made no complaint. Hiram, the
second-class scout, complained a bit at first, but soon quieted down
under Merritt's stern looks; as for the latter, as corporal of the
Eagle Patrol, it was his duty to try to keep as cheerful as possible;
which, under the circumstances, was about as hard a task as could well
be imagined.

The eyes of all three were kept strained ahead for some sign of a
light, for they had been so tossed about in the squall that all sense
of direction had been lost, and they had no compass aboard, which in
itself was a piece of carelessness.

Suddenly, after about an hour of "going it blind" in this fashion,
young Hiram gave a shout.

"A light, a light!"

"Where?" demanded Tubby and Merritt sharply.

"Off there," cried the lad, pointing to the left, over the port side of
the boat.

Both the elder lads gazed sharply.

"That's not the direction in which land would li