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CHAPTER XV
AT THE TROPICAL ISLAND
It was on the evening of the fourth day later that Captain Weston, who was steering the craft, suddenly called out:
"Land ho!"
"Where away?" inquired Tom quickly, for he had read that this was the proper response to make.
"Dead ahead," answered the sailor with a smile. "Shall we make for it, if I may be allowed the question?"
"What land is it likely to be?" Mr. Swift wanted to know.
"Oh, some small tropical island," replied the seafaring man. "It isn't down on the charts. Probably it's too small to note. I should say it was a coral island, but we may be able to find a spring of fresh water there, and some fruit."
"Then we'll land there," decided the inventor.
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