Baxter sat in the bow of the boat, and Dick in the stern.
The trip to the wreck was accomplished in almost utter silence.
Everybody was busy with his thoughts.

As they drew near Dick showed the mate where a ladder hung from the side, and as they drew close to this Baxter was the first to mount to the deck.
As Dick had surmised, Lesher's first hunt was for liquor, and he drank several glasses at a gulp.

Then he began to roam around the wreck, noting the damage that had been done and the amount of stores still on board.
"Might float her, if the tide got extra high," he said.

"Eleven men in our crowd and five in your own ought to be able to do something, surely." "The captain says the ship is too deep in the sand," answered Dick briefly.
"Blossom don't know everything," growled the mate.
Both he and Baxter soon found some comfortable clothing, and put it on.

Then they made up a bundle of things they said the other sailors needed.
When arming themselves, the Rovers and Captain Blossom had placed all of the remaining firearms in a stateroom and locked the door.
"What did you do with all of the guns and pistols ?" asked Lesher presently, after looking in vain for them.
"They are packed away in a stateroom.