about tropical life, tramped around and found some bread-fruit and some luscious berries, which he declared were perfectly good to eat.
"This solves the question of food, at least for the present," said Dave. "Not a very extensive list of things to eat, but much better than nothing at all."
"What would the boys of Oak Hall say if they could see us!" asked Roger.
"We'll certainly have a tale to tell—if we ever get back to tell it," returned Phil.
Having nothing in particular to do, they took their time about preparing the next meal, and, when it was done, it proved to be a regular spread. Some of the fish made particularly good eating, and the berries topped the repast off in good style.
"I do not believe that the Stormy Petrel will come back to this harbor," said Captain Marshall. "And that being so, I think we had best take ourselves to the other side of the island, to those log huts and shacks you mentioned. That is, most likely, the spot where the natives land and where ships may stop. We can put up a flag of distress, and, after that, there will be nothing to do but to wait and make the best of it."
"Shall you leave the rowboats here?" asked Dave.
"We can leave one boat here and row around the island in the other. We can carry the craft to some point beyond the reef."
