Oh, we're in luck, all right.

'Bob's Island' isn't such a bad place after all." Bob blushed with pleasure.

Then and there he made up his mind that his foolishness should be a thing of the past.

He was of some importance in the world now, and it would not do to be playing childish pranks.
But if the captain was delighted at finding the sail, he was much more so when, on opening the lockers, which fastened with patent catches, everything was found to be as "dry as a bone," as Tim Flynn expressed it.
"Now we can have a change from the fish and fruit diet," said the captain, as he showed where the canned food had been stowed away.
There were tins of ship's biscuits, some jars of jam and marmalade, plenty of canned beef, tongue and other meats, rice, flour--in short, a bountiful supply for the small party of castaways.
Captain Spark had ordered the boats to be well provisioned when he knew the _Eagle_ was doomed, and his forethought now stood them in good stead.
In another locker was a kit of carpenter's tools, which would come in very handy if they were to remain long on the island, and in another water-tight compartment the captain had stowed his chronometer, his instruments for finding the position of the ship, and some charts.
Owing to the fact that the lockers remained tightly closed when the boat capsized, nothing had been lost out of them, and they had also served to make the gig more buoyant.

Practically nothing was missing from the boat save the personal belongings of Bob and the others--their clothing in the valises, the mast which had floated away, and some of the captain's papers relating to the ship.