You say, "Ralph, why in hell did you have to steal my driftwood?"
“You wish first to be taken up near the driftwood,” 337 he exclaimed.
There was plenty of driftwood, and our fires were always cheery and comfortable.
Nothing was in sight but the boats and here and there a mass of driftwood.
Every island and sandbar was covered with dreary looking masses of driftwood of every conceivable variety.
The sun came out, the driftwood dried, and at last a fire was kindled.
There was plenty of driftwood, but it was too wet; so they had to eat the meat raw.
But he was a log of driftwood which they had found on the beach.
He held on with his hands and rested his feet on a pile of driftwood.
He set to work to gather bits of driftwood, and started a fire.