"What are you saving all that wreckage for?" he asked Bob Vilett.
"Why, to make a new raft, of course."
"Don't waste your time," advised Dave, with a quick, glad laugh. "Captain, father, men, follow me! I've found the Swallow."
"What!" shouted Captain Broadbeam, transfixed.
"She is anchored not a mile to the north. Six men left in charge of her are all stupid with drink on her deck. I crept aboard, bound them all, and the Swallow is ours once more."
CHAPTER XXXII
CONCLUSION
"What are the sticks for, Mr. Stoodles?" asked Dave Fearless.
"Shure, they're reed torches."
"Oh, we have to have a light, have we?" asked Bob Vilett.