"There's his wagon now." A box wagon came dashing up to the depot platform, with a tall, good-looking colored man on the seat.

The eyes of the colored man lit up with pleasure when he caught sight of the boys.
"Well! well! well!" he ejaculated, leaping down and rushing forward.
"Heah yo' are at las', bless you! I'se been dat worried 'bout yo' I couldn't 'most sleep fo' t'ree nights.

An' jess to t'ink yo' was cast away on an island in de middle of dat Pacific Ocean! It's a wonder dem cannonballs didn't eat yo' up." "Thanks, but we didn't meet any 'cannonballs,' Aleck, I am thankful to say," replied Dick Rover.

"Our greatest trouble was with some mutineers who got drunk and wanted to run things to suit themselves.
They might have got the best of us, but a warship visited the island just in the nick of time and rescued us." "So I heared out ob dat letter wot yo' writ yo' father.

An' to t'ink dat Miss Dora Stanhope and de Laning gals was wrecked wid yo'! It's wonderful!" "It certainly was strange, Aleck.