In the meantime Bostwick was put at ease, and he told the particulars of what happened on the burning wreck, and how Lesher and Baxter had urged the mutineers to attack those at the house.
The remainder of the night wore away slowly.

Nothing more was seen of the mutineers, who had retired to the jungle, drank more liquor, and gone to sleep, Baxter with them, moaning and groaning over his wound.
"I am going to take a look around," said Tom, early in the morning.
"A look around where ?" asked Dick.
"From where we have the signal of distress.

I don't believe any of the mutineers are in that vicinity." "I'll go with you," put in Sam, and so it was decided.
It was an easy matter for the two boys to make their way to the gully entrance, and with great caution they climbed out of the opening and walked to where the flag of distress floated in the breeze.

Not a sight of the mutineers or Dan Baxter was to be had in any direction.
"They are either sleeping, or else they are afraid we'll shoot at them if they show themselves," said Tom.

And he added: "I am going to climb the tree and take a look around." "Be careful," cautioned Sam; nevertheless, he went up the tall tree with his brother.
Once in the tree, directly under the flag, they took a careful look around the island and then out to sea.
"My gracious, Sam, look!" screamed Tom suddenly, and pointed out to the ocean.
"A ship! A ship!" ejaculated Sam.
"Yes, and do you see what kind of a ship it is?
A warship, and an American warship at that!" "Hurrah, Tom; we are saved!" "Yes! yes! They are sailing this way.