"But I am more sorry for Captain Blossom than for Baxter." "The wrecking of the ship was the fault of the mate.

He was drunk," said Dick.

"The man at the wheel was doing what was right until Jack Lesher came along." "Well, I guess the mate went down with the rest." "Look!" cried Sam, pointing to sea.

"I see something dark on the water." All gazed in the direction he pointed out and made out a mass of wreckage.

They watched it steadily until the breakers cast it almost at their feet.
"Some wreckage from the ship!" cried Dick, on examination.