"A tent, Andy!" said Tom. "Wherever would we get a tent from? Buy it from a shop, I suppose?"
"I'm going to get the old sail off the! boat," said Andy. "We can use it for a signal by day and a tent by night. It's big enough to cover us all quite well."
"Andy, you have got good ideas!" said Jill. "I should never have thought of that. Well, shall we go back then and help you?"
"No," said Andy. "You stay here with Tom and help him to build a kind of tent-house that we can just drape the sail over. You'll want some stout brunches, stuck well into the ground. I'll go and get the sail."
Andy went off down to the shore again, and clambered and waded out to the boat. He was soon taking down the old sail.
The others hunted for good branches. The ones lying on the ground were too brittle and old, they found.
"They'll make good firewood," said Tom. "we'll have to break a few growing branches off the trees."
It was difficult to do this, but they managed it at last. Then they drove the stout sticks into the heathery ground and made a kind of circle with them, big enough to hold them all.
They had just finished when Andy came back, bent double over the heavy sail. He threw it dawn and panted.
"I thought I'd never get it up the cliff," he said. "I say, you've made a fine set of walls. The sail will go over them nicely."