Then with the boat-hooks they had brought the boys and the sailor began pulling in what they could reach. Some of the boxes seemed to be very light.
“I wonder if there’s anything in ’em?” Bob asked.
“They’re labeled,” spoke Ned.
“Cinchona bark,” read Jerry. “Why, that’s the stuff they make quinine from. This is valuable.”
“I thought we’d make something on this deal,” said Sam, much pleased. “You stick to Salt Water Sam and you’ll be rich.”
“It begins to look so,” admitted Ned, with a laugh.
“Here come some more boats,” called Jerry, and he pointed to where several power craft, and some big dories could be seen approaching.
The occupants were bent on the same work as were the boys, and they picked up all the floating wreckage they could.
“Better not overload the craft,” Sam cautioned, after half an hour’s work.