Halcott never knew rightly whether he had descended to the saloon on wings or on his feet, or whether he had jumped right down through the skylight.
A minute afterwards, however, Doris was weeping in his arms—ah! such glad, glad tears—and Doris’s mother arose from a couch with a happy smile.
That same day, after taking all that was valuable out of the dear old Sea Flower—and that all included a fortune in gold—the hull was set on fire.
In the evening the steamer left the island, but not before Tandy and Halcott had taken the bearings of the hidden mine.
In that cave lies an immense fortune for some one some day.
Some hard work and digging will be required, however, before the fortune is finally brought to bank, and those who go to seek it must go fully prepared to fight as fiendish a tribe of man-eating savages as ever yet has been faced in the South Pacific Ocean.
Ideal voyages by sea are still to be made, although not in torpedo-boats or in Majesties, and this was one of them.
The Crusoes of the Island of Gold, once fairly afloat on the briny ocean, soon waxed healthy and strong again, and all hands on board the saucy Borneo were just as happy as happy could be.