"Don't you remember about Pete Rackley? He may have disabled our ship."
"If he has done so he should be swung from a yardarm," came from Captain Broadbeam, hotly.
As they could make nothing of the wreckage they allowed it to drift by and continued their journey around another point of the island.
Not to tire themselves, they took turns at rowing.
Bob and Stoodles were made as comfortable as possible on the seats, with palm branches laid over them, to protect them from the fierce rays of the sun.
Thus an hour passed and still nothing of importance came to view.
They saw some more wreckage at a distance, and rowing up to it, discovered several empty chicken crates and an empty water cask.
"These prove nothing," said the captain. "The crates may have been thrown overboard on purpose."
"It's queer, with so much wreckage around, we don't sight some ship," said Dave.
"You are right, lad, for that wreckage is not water-soaked and old."