Part 21 (1/2)

”I'll let them sleep,” he said to himself ”They need it and there is no need for them get to up.”

Stretching himself, he walked quietly from the hut and down to the beach. His first thought was to try to collect some wood, more or less dry, and start a fire.

Gazing across the bay to one of the other islands, he saw a sight which filled him with astonishment. There, on the beach of the island, lay the wreck of the _Golden Wave_.

CHAPTER XV

ANOTHER CASTAWAY BROUGHT TO LIGHT

”The _Golden Wave_! Hurrah!”

Tom could not resist setting up a shout when he saw the familiar hull of the schooner, resting quietly on the beach of an island on the other side of the bay.

The cry awoke Sam, d.i.c.k, and old Jerry, and they came running out to learn what it meant.

”The schooner!” came from Sam. ”How did that get there?”

”The storm must have driven her off the rocks and into this bay,”

answered d.i.c.k. ”She didn't go down, after all.”

”It's a fine thing for us,” put in Captain Jerry, his broad face beaming with pleasure. ”Now we can have all the provisions we want, and clothing and guns, and if we can anchor the wreck in some way, we can live on her just as comfortably as in a house at home.”

The excited talking brought the girls out one after another, and they were equally pleased over the stroke of good fortune.

”She seems to be cast up pretty high on the sand,” said old Jerry. ”But even so, the sooner we get to her the better, or the sea may carry her off.”

”I am ready to go now,” said Tom. ”But how are we to get to that island? It's a pity we didn't bring our boat around.”

”There are two islands of the circle in between,” came from Sam. ”Why can't we swim from one to the next and get around that way?”

”We can try it, lad. But we want to be careful. There may be sharks around in these parts.”

”Oh, don't let the sharks eat you up!” cried Grace.

”We'll keep our eyes open, never fear,” said d.i.c.k.

A vote was taken, and it was decided that Sam should remain with the girls, to protect them in case of unexpected danger, while Tom, d.i.c.k, and old Jerry should make their way as best they could to the wreck.

The old sailor and the two boys were soon off. They tramped down the beach a short distance and then reached a coral reef leading to the next island. Here the water was not over a foot and a half deep, and as clear as crystal, so the pa.s.sage to Island No. 2, as Tom named it, was comparatively easy.

The second island crossed they followed the sh.o.r.e around until they came opposite to the island upon which the wreck rested. Here there was a channel sixty or eighty feet wide and of unknown depth, the channel through which the wreck had most likely entered the bay. The water here was by no means smooth and Captain Jerry shook his head doubtfully.

”It won't be no easy swim,” he said. ”Reckon as how I'll try it first.”

”I can get over easily enough,” said d.i.c.k, and threw off part of his clothing and his shoes. He was soon in the water and striking out boldly, and the others followed.

Short as was the distance, the swim was as hard as any of them looked for, and when they reached the other side of the channel all were out of breath and had to rest for a moment.