"Just before we came away old man Shular went down in the hold with a light to look for some certain brand of liquor we were carrying.

He was more than half drunk, and he most likely dropped his lantern and set something on fire." At the end of an hour and a half the flames had died down to the water's edge.

A few small bits of wreckage continued to burn, and also a grove of trees and brushwood on the island.

But before morning every bit of the fire was out, and only a heavy smoke showed where the _Golden Wave_ had once rested.
No one had thought of retiring again, and sunrise found them all worn out, and anxious to know what was going to happen next.
"You can rest assured that some of them will be over here sooner or later," said Dick.

"Now they have no place to shelter them, and no provisions, they will want us to help them out." "What will you do, Dick ?" asked Dora.
"That depends on Captain Blossom, Dora.