"Sure, there might be lions," suggested Roger, with a wink and a glance at Billy Dill.
"You boys know better nor thet," rejoined the old tar. "None o' these South Sea islands have much in the way o' wild beasts. But you may strike a big snake."
"Excuse me, but I don't want to be introduced to his snakeship," cried the senator's son.
After a little look around, they determined to start up the shore, and did so, with their provisions on their backs and Dave carrying the shotgun and Phil the pistol. Roger and the old tar armed themselves with big sticks.
A half-mile was covered, when they came to a hollow, in which were basking a number of turtles, all of great size. Phil gave a shout, and on the instant the turtles all headed for the ocean with clumsy, but swift, strides. Billy Dill made after them and managed to catch the last one and turn him over.
"He will make fine turtle soup," said the tar.
"So he will!" cried Dave. "I suppose I might have shot at them."
"Not worth while, lad; one is enough."
They soon came to a portion of the shore where the undergrowth was exceedingly close, and they had to journey a short distance inland. The palms were thick, and they saw numerous cocoanuts and great varieties of beautiful ferns and gigantic
