“I don’t believe we’ll stay very long.”
“Why not?”
“Because dad will start out and search for us if we don’t get home pretty soon, and the first place he’ll head for will be this island.”
“Guess you’re right. Pass the jam. My! but this tastes good!”
“Good! I should say so!” agreed Andy.
They made a rude but substantial breakfast, washing it down with plenty of spring water which they found a little way inland. Then they talked matters over.
The first thing to do, they agreed, was to look for the Gull, and to this end they once more ascended the cliff and looked all about. She was not in sight, nor was there any other craft on the waters that now sparkled in the sunlight, for the storm had passed away.
“The next thing to do is to make another circuit of the island,” went on Frank. “We’ll do it as quickly as we can, and perhaps we can come upon our boat. It may have drifted ashore.”
Together they started off. They planned to keep up the search all day, taking their lunch with them, and camping out at night, as they had done before.
“But first we’ll hoist a distress signal, in case dad comes for us, and we’ll leave a note saying where we have gone and that we’ll come back,” suggested Frank.