"We will go ashore on Devil Island, where there are plenty of rocks of all kinds, and seaweed, and there we'll have a clambake," said Merry. "There is wood enough on Devil Island, too, and it is nearer to the yacht."
The sound of their oars brought Hodge on deck.
"What luck?" he asked, as they approached.
"Great luck," answered Frank. "Get in, and we will take you ashore over yonder, where we are going to have a clam roast."
The clam hoe was passed up to Bart, and then he swung down into the boat, and soon all were ashore on the island of mystery.
Frank began constructing an oven amid the rocks, sending the others for fuel and seaweed. It did not take long to make preparations for the bake, and soon a roaring fire was blazing, as a lot of dry wood had been found near the deserted camps on that side of the island.
Frank took the clams down to the water and washed them carefully, a bucketful at a time, turning them all into the hollow of a large rock near the fire.
As the fire grew hotter, Merry threw stones into it and
kept it roaring. None of the stones were smaller than a man's fist, and some were larger than a man's head.
"Why are you doing that?" asked Hodge.