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, Dick, 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 Dick.

"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.