CHAPTER XVI.
SAM AND THE SHARK "The _Golden Wave_ looks like an old friend," said Sam as they paddled across the smooth waters of the bay.
"Her coming here is the finest thing that could have happened," answered his brother.

"I didn't want to say anything before, but if she hadn't come what would we have done for clothing and for eating?
We couldn't live on fish all the time, and one can do mighty little hunting without a gun." "We would have had to set traps, Tom, and dig pitfalls for larger game.

But I admit it would have been hard work, and I fancy a suit of goatskins, like Robinson Crusoe wore, wouldn't be half as comfortable as a suit of clothes such as I am wearing." "If we could only float the schooner and sail away to some nearby port." "There is no port' within three hundred miles of us, so the captain says." Soon the boys were halfway across the bay.

But moving the big raft was a laborious task, and they were glad enough to sit down and rest for a few minutes.
"There is no use of our hurrying," said Tom.

"Our time is our own in this out-of-the-way place, and as we have next to nothing to do we want to make what little work there is last us." "Like a lazy man working by the day," laughed Sam.