s were
packed up so soon that they had frequently to open the bundles again to
take out some article they required for use!

The golden treasure was not forgotten either--that may be taken for
granted.

The result of their sealing for the past year was also put up for
shipment. This consisted of eighty-five sealskins and fifty barrels of
oil--a result that said much for their industry during the period.

And so, the brother crusoes waited and looked out, day after day, with
longing eyes for the anxiously expected vessel that was to terminate
their exile on Inaccessible Island and bear them back to the loved ones
at home!

Fritz of late had somewhat reformed his lazy habits, rising much earlier
than he used to do, this reformation being caused by a natural desire to
be up and stirring when the _Pilot's Bride_ should arrive; but, still,
Eric invariably forestalled him. The sailor lad was always down on the
beach on the look-out, in default of being able to climb up to his
former signalling station on the cliff, at the first break of day!

Morning after morning, he went down to the shore; morning after morning,
he returned with a disconsolate face and the same sad report--

"Nothing in sight!"

This was the case every day.

There was never the vestige of a vessel on the horizon.

At last, one morning became a gladdened one in their calendar!

Eric had proceeded to the beach as usual; but, not returning so soon as
was his general habit, Fritz had time to awaken and rouse up from bed.

Anxious at the lad's delay, he went to the door of the hut, peering out
to seaward as the sun rose in the east, flooding the ocean with a
radiance of light.

At the same instant, Fritz heard Eric hailing him in the distance.

It was the cheeriest shout, he thought, he had ever heard!

Only two words the lad called out.

"Sail ho!"

CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN.

IN THE GULDEN STRASSE AGAIN.

That was all.

"Sail ho!" shouted Eric in stentorian tones, his voice penetrating
through the entire valley, and reaching probably the remotest extent of
the island.

The shout was quite enough for Fritz; for, hardly taking time to dress,
he at once rushed down to join his brother on the beach.

"Where is she?" he cried out anxiously, when yet some distance off. He
panted out the question as he ran.

"Right off the bay!" sang out Eric, in quite as great a state of
frenzied excitement. "She's hull down to windward now; but she's