CHAPTER XXVII.
OLD DUNMAN AND THE PIRATE'S TREASURE.
With only the drenched clothes they stood in, no means of lighting a fire, and death from starvation staring them in the face, these three shipwrecked men stood upon the beach of this strange island, still hoping and wondering what was to be the next change in their condition.
Was the island inhabited?
By whom?
What was the character of the natives, and what sort of reception would they meet when found?
These were the questions which engaged their thoughts as they stood on that lonely beach, hoping against hope, and every minute fancying some friendly sail heaving in sight to relieve them from their perilous position.

After the darkest night comes the brightest day.

This was ever uppermost in Tite's mind, and he endeavored to impress its teachings on the minds of his companions, who were fast yielding to their fears, and would have given up in despair had not his stronger resolution encouraged them still to hope for deliverance.
There was an abundance of small shell-fish along the coast, and on these they subsisted.

It was agreed to remain near the boat during the day, as a precaution against an attack from the natives, who might have seen them approach the coast, and perhaps be watching their movements near by.

But the day passed and not a human being was seen.