The rowboat had indeed drifted to some sort of a shore. Close at hand was a sandy beach, and beside this some rocks and a grove of tropical trees. The details of the scene were lost in the darkness. As the rowboat struck on the beach the captain leaped out and hauled the craft up. But he was not quick enough to escape the breakers and one swept over the craft, nearly drowning all on board. Then Dave sprang out, and at last the pair had the boat out of the reach of the sea. "Thank Heaven we have landed somewhere," declared the youth. "I thought sure we were bound for Davy Jones's locker." The rowboat was dragged along the beach and the captain, the doctor, and Dave succeeded in turning it over on some rocks, thus making of it a sort of shelter from the storm. Under it they placed Bob and the Irishman, making them as comfortable as circumstances permitted. This done, the three found something of a shelter under the trees and there sank down to rest until morning. When Dave opened his eyes the sun was shining brightly and close at hand a number of tropical birds were singing gayly. For the moment he could not remember what had occurred and he sat up, gazing around in bewilderment. "We are shipwrecked," he murmured at length. "I wonder if those savages are anywhere near?" He arose and stretched himself and then walked out on the shore of the island. None of the others were awake, and he determined to let them rest as long as they wished, providing no danger was at hand. Not a soul was in sight and the place looked much different from that where the savages had been encountered. "It looks to me as if this is another island," he reasoned, and he was right. On the shore were a number of oysters and clams, and he lost no time in picking up as many as he thought they might use for a meal. Then he caught up several stones and sticks and went after the birds. He was good at throwing and soon brought down three birds of fair size. "Hullo, what's doing?" was the cry, and he saw Captain Broadbeam approaching. "I'm trying to gather something for breakfast." "Good enough. Seen anything of the savages?" "No." "This doesn't look like the same island." "Just what I think, captain." "Well, I hope there are no savages here. Seen anything of the _Swallow_?" "Nothing whatever." Some brushwood and sticks were gathered, and after a little trouble a fire was started. The smell of the cooking clams and oysters aroused the others. "Ha! a fire and breakfast!" cried the doctor. "That interests me!" "How do you feel, Bob?" questioned Dave, bending over his friend. "Tired all over, Dave. Where are we?" "On one of these islands of the ocean." "Have we escaped from the savages?" "For the present, yes." "I'm mighty hungry." "You shall have breakfast as soon as it is cooked." "Sure an' I'm hungry meself," came from Pat Stoodles. "How are you feeling?" questioned the doctor.