“I wish I could say that was the only difference in our conditions, Betts, but it is very far from being so.  In the first place he had an island, while we have little more than a reef; he had soil, while we have naked rock; he had fresh water, and we have none; he had trees, while we have not even a spear of grass.  All these circumstances make out a case most desperately against us.”

“You speak truth, sir; yet is there light ahead.  We have a ship, sound and tight as the day she sailed; while Robinson lost his craft under his feet.  As long as there is a plank afloat, a true salt never gives up.”

“Ay, Bob, I feel that, as strongly as you can yourself; nor do I mean to give up, so long as there is reason to think God has not entirely deserted us.  But that ship is of no use, in the way of returning to our friends and home; or, of no use as a ship.  The power of man could scarcely extricate her from the reefs around her.”

“It’s a bloody bad berth,” said Bob, squirting the saliva of his tobacco half-way down the wall of the crater, “that I must allow.  Howsomever, the ship will be of use in a great many ways, Mr. Mark, if we can keep her afloat, even where she is.  The water that’s in her will last us two a twelvemonth, if we are a little particular about it; and when the rainy season sets in, as the rainy season will be sure to do in this latitude, we can fill up for a fresh start.  Then the ship will be a house for us to live in, and a capital good house, too.  You can live aft, sir, and I’ll take my swing in the forecastle, just as if nothing had happened.”

“No, no, Bob; there is an end of all such distinctions now.  Misery, like the grave, brings all upon a level.  You and I commenced as messmates, and we are likely to end as messmates.  There is a use to which the ship may be put, however, that you have not mentioned, and to which we must look forward as our best hope for this world.  She may be broken up by us, and we may succeed in building a craft large enough to navigate these mild seas, and yet small enough to be taken through, or over the reefs.  In that way, favoured by Divine Providence, we may live to see our friends again.”

“Courage, Mr. Mark, courage, sir.  I know it must be hard on the feelin’s of a married man, like yourself, that has left a parfect pictur’ behind him, to believe he is never to return to his home again.  But I don’t believe that such is to be our fate.  I never heard of such an end to a Crusoe party.  Even Robinson, himself, got off at last, and had a desperate hard journey of it, after he hauled his land-tacks aboard.  I like that idee of the new craft ’specially well, and will lend a hand to help you through with it with all my heart.  I’m not much of a carpenter, it’s true; nor do I suppose you are anything wonderful with the broad-axe and adze; but two willing and stout men, who has got their lives to save, can turn their hands to almost anything.  For my part, sir, since I was to be wrecked and to Robinson it awhile, I’m gratefully thankful that I’ve got you for a companion, that’s all!”