“But I don’t like the idea of starving to death and that’s what we would do here.”
“We couldn’t starve to death! Look down there, I’ve been waiting for you to say something. Those trees to the right are bananas, your favorite fruit!”
“I’ll say so! Let’s go get them. I’m starved!” Suddenly Prim stopped short. “Terry,” she said hopefully, “could two girls live on bananas all their lives?”
“Possibly, but we wouldn’t need to go on a full banana diet. There are cocoanut palms!” replied Terry.
Prim brightened up. “And if it comes to the worst, we will try to catch some fish.”
“Fish!” cried Terry. “You know I hate fish!”
“Well, clams, oysters! We might find them here!”
“They’re even worse,” Terry declared. “You can have my share. I’ll stick to bananas.”
The girls were clambering down the rocky ridge to the clearing. As they found their way around a thick mat of low-growing bushes, they came suddenly upon a collection of mud huts. They were among them before they knew it.
The girls drew back to the shelter of the vines, half expecting to be surrounded by a howling mob of savages. But not a sound came from the huts. Everything was quiet. No sign of life!