“We’ll take a good look one of these times,” Jack assured him. “We’ve seen enough for one day.” They stood there listening until the howl of the rapidly approaching mystery plane had reached its height, then, as on that other night, wavered and ceased. “They’re here all right,” Stew said, as they paused on a tall, barren rock to look back. On the spot where the plane had been parked before, they caught the gleam of a wavering light. When they reached the beach, ready to start on the last quarter mile of their walk, they paused once more. The tide was coming in. Above the rushing sound of the breakers on the beach they had caught a _bump_—_bump_—_bump_. After ten seconds of listening, they heard a loud crash. “What’s that?” Stew asked in surprise. “Don’t ask me. Let’s go see.” Flashlight in hand, Jack was clambering over the rocks. “It’s a life raft,” he called back a moment later. “Waves threw it on the rocks. Come on! Let’s grab it before a bigger wave carries it back.” It was a large raft, wet and slippery. They got a good ducking before they had the raft high and dry. They were soon to learn that it was worth their effort. “It’s a Jap raft!” Stew exclaimed. He had discovered Japanese characters on a sealed metal cannister. “Must have come from a carrier,” suggested Jack. “Too big for a cruiser or a destroyer.” “I’ll bet it came from that carrier we spotted!” Stew exploded, becoming greatly excited. “Boy! Oh boy! Our bombers got them!” Jack was not too sure of this. However, they soon established the fact that the raft was undamaged and had no broken lines attached to it, so it could not have been blown from the carrier by a bomb. Then Jack was convinced that the Japs must have lost the raft in trying to launch it while under fire, and that the carrier must have been sunk. “That’s swell!” he sighed. “Means we’ve been some use to our country. I hope Ted and all the rest got home safely.” “It’s great news!” Stew agreed. “But that means our task force finished that job twenty-four hours ago, so where are they now?” “You tell me,” Jack sighed. “But say!” Stew exclaimed. “There are three or four big sealed cans attached to the raft. Let’s cut them loose and take them in.” “Sure! That’s what we’ll do!” Jack agreed. “Then we’ll open them and see what kind of luck we’ve had.” They carried away the three large cans, to open them later by the light of a small fire built among huge rocks, where the glow would not show. One can they found to be filled with food—packages of rice and tea, bars of bitter chocolate, and small tins of fish. They put away these supplies against some evil day. The second can also contained some food. Besides this there was a quantity of first-aid material. Finding this in good condition, they stowed it away carefully. The last can promised to be the grand prize, provided they could figure it out. It was a small radio sending set, powered by electricity generated by turning a crank.