"I guess," said Russ, becoming reflective, "that we might play at
castaway."

"When we get ashore, do you mean, Russ?" Vi asked.

"Right here."

"No," said Vi. "We'd get our feet wet. We can't play on the ocean, can
we?"

"We can play on this deck. The officers won't mind. Now all of you come
up on to this life raft. We'll play you are floating around on the sea
waiting for somebody to come along in a boat and rescue you."

"Who is going to be the rescuer?" Vi asked.

"I am."

"Are you sure you can rescue us, Russ?" she demanded. "Where's your
boat?"

Russ pointed to a long lifeboat covered with canvas which lay some
distance from the life-raft. "That will be my boat," he said eagerly.
"Rose, you must be in command of the raft. Of course, you have been
drifting about a long time and you are all hungry and thirsty."

"Mun Bun wants bwead and milk," put in the littlest Bunker, on hearing
this.