He knew that it would be an arduous task to carry all his supplies on his back across the island to the house, and it would lighten the labor greatly to make trips around in the boat.

So he loaded into the dinghy as much of the most precious of his belongings as he thought it would hold, and began the journey by water that very day, leaving the rest of the goods covered with the tarpaulin in the event of rain.
It was a long journey, and he had to be careful about the breakers, but fortunately the sea remained calm.

He was caught in currents several times, but he came at last to the opening in the rocks through which he and the captain had entered and he rowed in joyfully.

He slept that night in the house and started back in the morning for another load.

One trip a day in the dinghy he found to be all that he could manage, but he stuck to his work until his precious store was brought from the beach to the house.
He could not make up his mind even then to abandon the schooner entirely.