ing over!" yelled Tom, and the wind fairly whipped the
words from his lips. Then came a mighty wave, and on the instant the
rowboat was upset, and all three found themselves in the waters of
the bay.

As they went under the same thought was in the mind of each: Were
there any sharks around?

"Help! help!" cried Sam, as soon as he came up. "Our boat is sinking.
Help!" And Tom soon joined in the cry. They had caught hold of the
overturned boat, but the craft, for some reason, failed to support them.

Captain Blossom was close at hand, and he advised them to strike out
for the shore.

"It's in this direction," he said, and led the way.

"I--I can't swim very far with my clothes on," gasped Sam, yet he
struck out as best he could.

"Hullo! Who calls?" came a cry from the shore, and, looking up, they
saw Dora standing there, with Nellie and Grace Laning close beside her.

"It's Tom and Sam!" cried Nellie.

"And Captain Blossom," added Grace.

"Perhaps we can throw them a rope," came from Dora, and she ran to
get the article she had mentioned.

But by the time she returned the three swimmers had reached a point
where they could touch bottom with their feet, and, watching for a
favorable opportunity, they rushed ashore, almost into the arms of
the girls.

"Oh, Tom, how glad I am that you are safe!" cried Nellie, while Grace
caught hold of Sam and asked if he was all right.

"Yes, I am--am all right, but--but pretty well fagged out," gasped Sam.

"It was a close shave," said Captain Blossom. "And our guns are gone."

"We had two dead goats, too," put in Tom. "They went overboard first,
and--goodness gracious--is that really Dan Baxter?"

"Dan Baxter!" ejaculated Sam, and even Captain Blossom stared in
amazement.

"I see you've had a rough time of it," said Baxter, coming forward
coolly. "How are you?"

He shook hands with Captain Blossom, while the Rover boys continued
to stare at him.

"Are you alone?" asked the master of the _Golden Wave_.

"No, Jack Lesher is with me, and we left nine of the sailors on
another island."

"Is that so? Where is Lesher now?"

"In the house, asleep."

"He is intoxicated," said Nellie. "We has been drinking ever since
he put in an appearance."

"Humph! That's like Lesher," muttered the captain, and his brow darkened.

All moved toward the house, and entered to get out of the wet. The
mate was still at the table, snoring loudly.

"Might as well let him sleep it off