noon
My own sensations made me hope that we should not have many days to live on so small an allowance . Still , though my throat felt like a dust-bin , I determined to support Nettleship , and I knew Tom would do so , in whatever he thought necessary . We ran on all day , the wind going down very slowly . At noon , Ray took the helm . Whether he steered with less care , or , as I think , the seas broke in a different way , two in succession came aboard , and we had to bale as fast as we could , to get the water out of the boat . As it came in , it washed right aft and wetted through our bag of biscuits , which Tom and I in vain tried to save . Nettleship did n't blame Ray , but warned him to be more careful .