but a speck in the distance, and then it was lost to sight altogether.
"We'll have to tell the captain about this," declared Dave. "If there are natives around, he will want to know it."
"Perhaps they can tell us of a way out of the harbor," suggested Roger.
"Like as not, if there is a way out," spoke up Billy Dill. "They generally know the coasts putty well—bein' out so much in their canoes."
The little party continued on its exploring tour, but soon came to a portion of the marsh land the captain had mentioned. Not wishing to get stuck, they began to retrace their steps, until they were in the midst of the thickets again. Then a strange rushing sound through the trees broke upon their ears.
"Wait!" whispered Billy Dill, "I know what that is. Don't make any noise."
"Is there any danger?" queried Roger.
The old tar shook his head. Then he pointed upward, and the boys saw a large flock of beautiful tropical birds settling down on all sides of them.
"What a sight!" murmured Dave. "How pretty they are!"
"They get birds for ladies' hats from places like this," whispered Billy Dill.
"1 know it. What a shame to shoot them down, too!"
