mast of the bark, with some of the stays still dragging around it.
"That will do for a pole, in case we wish to hoist a flag," suggested the senator's son.
They found neither fish nor turtles, and at last had to return to the campfire disappointed. There was next to nothing to eat for supper.
"Well, better luck in the morning," said Captain Sanders, with an air of cheerfulness he did not feel. "As soon as this wind dies down our ship will come back, and then we'll have all we want to eat."
It was a long, dreary night that followed, and the boys were glad to behold the sun come up brightly in the morning. Dave was the first up, but his chums quickly followed, and all went down to the beach, to look for fish and also to see if the Golden Eagle was anywhere in sight.
This time they had better luck, so far as food was concerned. In a hollow they found over a score of fish that had been cast from the ocean by the breakers, and they also found a fine turtle that was pinned down by a fallen tree.
"That's a new way to catch a turtle," remarked Dave. "It's a regular trap."
"Turtle soup, yum! yum!" murmured Phil.
"And broiled fish,—all you want, too!" added Roger, smacking his lips.
When they got back to the camp they found that
