“Can’t we move the wreck over?” came from Tom.

“No, lad,” answered Captain Blossom.  “She is here to stay until her timbers rot.  But if we wish, we can move some of the provisions ashore.  There are the parts of a rowboat below, and I reckon I am carpenter enough to put the parts together in a day or two.”

“We have a boat on the north beach,” said old Jerry; “we can bring it around.”

“To do that, we’ll have to swim the channel again,” came from Dick.  “And I must say I don’t like that.”

“Let us make a raft,” cried Tom.  “There must be plenty of material on board of the schooner for that.”

“There certainly is,” answered Captain Blossom.  “Come, we can make a raft in less than an hour.”

All set to work, and in a short space of time they had the material together.  Ropes and spikes were there a-plenty, and as Captain Blossom laid out one stick and another, the boys and old Jerry either nailed or tied them together.  A board flooring was placed on top of the spars and then the whole affair was dumped into the bay with a loud splash.  It floated very well, with the flooring a good ten inches above the surface of the water, and as the raft was nearly twenty feet long by ten wide, it was capable of carrying considerable weight.

“That’s better than a boat,” said Dick.  “We can pile a good deal more stuff on it.”

“Let us get on and paddle to where we left the others,” said Tom.  “They will be anxious to learn the news.”

Captain Blossom was willing, and they took with them a variety of provisions and also some extra clothing and some firearms.  Then the raft was moved to where the boys had left part of their own clothing when they had started to swim the channel.

The coming of the big raft and its passengers to the shore where the cabin was located was greeted with shouts of joy from Sam and the three girls.

“Hurrah for the captain of the Golden Wave!” cried Sam, swinging his cap in the air.  “We are very glad to see you safe and sound.”

“And I am glad to see you,” answered Captain Blossom, as he leaped ashore and grasped one and another by the hand.  “Last night I was thinking I would be a lonely castaway; now I find I shall have plenty of company.”

“We have brought along some provisions,” put in Tom.  “And in honor of this reunion, and also in honor of the fact that the Golden ’Wave has not been sunk, I move we invite the girls to get us up a regular feast.  I think all bands deserve it.”

“Second the motion!” cried Sam.

“All right, we’ll cook you anything you want,” said Nellie.  “That is, if you will supply the things.”

“I will,” answered Tom.  Then he scratched his head.  “Well, by gracious!”

“What’s the trouble, Tom?” asked Grace.  “Did you forget to bring along some sugar?”

“Worse than that.  I brought along all sorts of good things to eat, and not a single knife, fork, spoon, or dish outside of some cooking utensils.”