“I hope they were.”
The two boys walked to a nearby rock in an endeavor to get a better view of the wreck, which was all of a quarter of a mile away.
“We’d have a hard job getting down to her, I’m thinking,” remarked Jack. “I don’t believe we’d ever be able to get over those rocks. We’d have either to sail around to the eastward, or otherwise make our way to the south shore and get to her from that point.”
“Well, I’m glad we located her, Jack; aren’t you?”
“To be sure I am, Randy. If we have to stay on this island any great length of time we’ll probably need everything we can get from the yacht. We didn’t have any great variety on the raft, remember, and we need some clothing as well as food.”
“And don’t forget that we want a flag to hoist upside down as a signal of distress.”
Having inspected the wreck as well as they could from such a distance, the boys began speculating on how they might get down from the rocks to the eastern shore of the little bay. They had to go forward with caution, because at every step the way seemed to become more perilous.
“I don’t believe any human being was ever on these rocks before,” was Randy’s comment.
“I guess you’re right,” answered Jack. “What would bring a person up to such an out-of-the-way place, anyhow? There isn’t much to this island, and I don’t wonder the natives give it the go-by.”