“I think I’ll take a little walk into the interior while you boys get dinner,” remarked the professor, taking his butterfly net and the cyanide bottle which he used for painlessly killing insects he captured.
“Don’t get lost,” advised Ned.
“If you see any orange groves let me know,” called Bob.
The three boys were soon busy setting up their portable stove and preparing a meal, using the canned provisions they had brought along.
“How about fish?” asked Ned. “Looks as though there ought to be some in this cove.”
“Try your luck,” said Jerry.
Ned got out his tackle and soon was casting in off a small point of land that stuck out into deep water. In a little while he had caught several fine specimens, and they were soon in the frying pan with some strips of bacon.
“Smells just like a restaurant,” spoke Bob, taking long breaths.
“It will be better if it tastes like one,” observed Jerry, who was superintending the cooking. “I am a little out of practice.”
“Wonder why the professor doesn’t come back,” remarked Ned, when dinner was ready to serve. “I think he must be hungry.”