"What's the programme, Bob?" asked Dave.
"Captain says we are going to stop here and take on ballast."
"For how long?"
"Till to-morrow, I reckon. I say, Dave, you've got your heart's desire, eh?"
"I am the happiest boy living," answered the young diver. "Something tells me we are going to get and enjoy that treasure after all mishaps and disappointments."
In order to repair the Swallow in the creek, the ballast had been taken out and the contents of the hold generally shifted about.
Now the captain set his men at work to take on new sand ballast from the island and get things in the hold in regular order.
A pulley cable was run ashore. Dave and Bob were the first to take an aerial spin along this, dangling from the big iron kettle that ran down the incline.
Dave had told Captain Broadbeam and the others of his agency in the matter of substituting the hornets for the opium. The recital had made the captain good-natured, and he had given the boys permission to rove over the sand island at will for the day.
Dave and Bob put in a pleasant hour or two talking, fishing, and discussing the probable adventures that would greet them when they again visited the Windjammers' Island.