length, and he emitted a sigh. "If we've got to stay here all night, we'd better do something."
"We'll probably have to stay here for several nights and days," declared Dick. "Fellows, we're lip against it. I think the first thing to be done is to go to some high point—the highest on the island—and see if we can get a glimpse of the yacht. It can't have gotten out of sight so quickly."
"Maybe not, but by the time we get to the high point, it'll be so dark we can't see anything," put in Widdy, who had said little since the astonishing discovery was made. "If I might say something, Mr. Dick, I'd say the best thing to do would be to find a shelter for the night, as it's cold an' damp when the sun goes down."
"It's about down now," replied the young millionaire. "But, you're right, Widdy, we do need shelter."
"And something to eat," added Beeby. "What about that, Dick? I'm hungry!"
"Don't think of it," advised Paul.
"I can't help it, when I remember all the good things on board the yacht," went on the fat cadet. "The chicken, the roast beef, the soups, the pies and cakes that Hans used to make—the omelets, and"
"Cut it out!" yelled Frank. "Do you want us all to die of indigestion?"
"Not much danger," put in Dick, with a grim
