Then his heart leaped again.

A second long look through the glasses told him that the lines of the ship, bruised and battered though she was, were familiar.
It was the schooner.

The storm had brought her to the island also, though to the opposite shore, and there she lay a wreck held by the sand and rocks.

He descended the hills, and, after a long walk, reached the beach.

The schooner was not broken up as much as he had thought, and as she could be reached easily he decided to board her.
The vessel was tipped partly over on her side, and all her spars and sails were gone.