oxes. "Let's open it," said George in the most
intense tone. That was easily done, and there they found, to their
surprise, one of their original shell hatchets, part of a coarsely-woven
cloth, which they recognized as one of their early productions on the
first loom, and a dozen or more gourds, in which food had been placed,
and all exactly as it had been stored away by them. The food had
disappeared, of course, but it had been lost by the action of the sea,
and decomposition, as it was evident that the contents had not been
disturbed by any one.

"Let us call John," said Harry, and he bounded up the beach, and ran
over the crest, waving his arms as he did so. He had not gone half the
distance before those at the camp saw Harry running, and John, and most
of those in sight started on a run, George meanwhile industriously
dragging away the debris.

"We have found it," cried Harry, as John came within hailing distance,
and without waiting for them to come up he bolted back.

"Now what have you discovered?" asked John as he came up breathless.

"Part of our old boat."

"We thought George had met with some accident."

"We got this by accident," answered George. "See, here are some more
things. This is the oar we had. How can you explain that?"

It was certainly a poser. Why the exchange of oars? John shook his head.
For once he had no theory even to offer. "Come, boys, let us take away
all this stuff."

All gave a hand, Sutoto wondering why there should be so much ado about
a bit of wreckage. George explained the affair, as well as he could.

"What is that board?" exclaimed John. "No, not a board; that is part of
a boat," he added as more of the accumulation was torn away.

"It's a boat; it's a boat!" almost shrieked George.

"Come to this end and take away this lot of seaweed," called out Harry.

They soon uncovered a boat with one end embedded in the sand so it was
difficult to turn it over, owing to the rotten condition of the wood.
Only here and there was any paint visible. The action of the elements
had done its work.

"What kind of a boat was this?" asked Harry.

John did not answer, but peered down on the sand where the prow had
rested. "Take away the sand carefully here," he said, and when he
pointed the boys saw something white protruding an inch or two.

As the sand was scraped away they first saw the thigh bone of a
skeleton, and soon the whole frame was laid bare, the interstices filled
with s