"Now we'll hab turtle soup!" he exclaimed. Soon the fire was again blazing in the improvised stove, and a little later an appetizing smell filled the air. Washington had made the soup, and, in addition, had cooked a number of the turtle eggs. Big clam shells again served for dishes and a better meal than the breakfast was served. "Now if we only had some dessert," spoke Mr. Henderson in a joking tone, "we wouldn't want much more. But I suppose dessert is out of the question." Jack and Mark looked at each other and, without a word went off toward the woods. In a little while they came back, their arms filled with cocoanuts. "How will these do for dessert?" asked Jack. "Fine!" cried Mr. Henderson. The fruit was broken open with stones and the delicious milk and soft pulp eaten with much relish. Then the adventurers stretched out beneath the trees and rested. The thoughts of each one were busy with plans for recovering the submarine, though no one seemed to be able to suggest any thing. It was getting dusk, when, somewhat discouraged over the result of the visit of the savages, they were all seated on the beach. They were beginning to think again of something to eat when Andy Sudds, discovered the long black box which Washington had brought with him in his flight from the _Porpoise_, and dropped in a hollow. "I suppose you've got something very fine in there, Washington?" "I declare to goodness I don't know what dat air contraption am conglomerated with," said the colored man. "I jest grabbed it up and run." The old hunter had, in the meanwhile, taken the cover off. "What in the world have we struck," he exclaimed. "Sky rockets!" cried Jack, with a glance at the contents of the box. "Yes," said Professor Henderson. "I took some aboard in case we might have to signal for help on the water." "Hurrah!" yelled Andy. "What's the matter?" asked Jack. "We'll use the sky rockets as weapons against the natives!" shouted the old hunter, capering about on the sand. CHAPTER XIX REGAINING THE SHIP At first the others did not know what he meant. Andy seemed much excited, and for a time the professor thought the heat and worry might have affected the hunter's mind. "We'll show 'em a thing or two!" cried Andy. "I once scared a lot of Indians this way so they didn't know whether they were on their head or their feet. Hurrah!" "What are you talking about?" asked Mr. Henderson. "Hadn't you better sit down and rest a bit?" "I'm all right," replied Andy. "I'm talking about those sky rockets. They'll be better than bullets. You see," he went on, "after it gets dark we'll shoot the rockets over the ship. The savages will think they are in the midst of a lot of falling stars, and if they don't take to their boats and leave us the ship I'll miss my guess, that's all." "Good!" exclaimed the inventor. "We'll try it."