It was fully an hour before any of them felt like moving around.
In the meantime the two vessels had separated, and though red fire was burned twice, after that, and rockets sent up, nothing more was seen or heard of the Tacoma or those left on board.
"But I don't think she went down," said Captain Jerry.

"She was too well built for that." And he was right, as events proved.

Much crippled the steamer two days later entered Honolulu harbor, where she was laid up for repairs.
Worn out completely by what they had passed through, the boys slept heavily for the rest of the night, not caring what ship they were on or where they were going.

Everybody was busy with the wreckage, so they were left almost entirely to themselves.
Tom was the first to get up, and going on deck found that the storm had cleared away and that the sun was shining brightly.

Without delay he halted a sailor who happened to be passing.
"What ship is this ?" he questioned.
"Dis ship da _Golden Wave_," replied the sailor, who was a Norwegian.
"And where are you bound ?" "Da ship sail for Australia." "Great Scott! Australia!" gasped Tom.