"I s'pose dad's watching a native dance or something about now," remarked Bob as the boys made ready to turn in. "Well, we'll be after tigers ourselves in a few days, Mart."
"Mebbe," rejoined Mart. "Wish, we hadn't eaten those oysters this morning! I haven't felt right since. Well, so long, Holly! See you to-morrow."
And if Mart felt any premonitions, he ascribed them to the oyster.
CHAPTER XI
THE STORM BREAKS
"Hey, there! Wake up, Holly!"
Mart pounded on his chum's door again, as a sleepy answer came from within. The night mists had been gone for an hour, and the sun was flooding the lagoon with light and warmth, but Mart was more excited than the early hour warranted.
"Hurry up there, Holly!" he urged, pounding again. "Get a move on! Something's happened!"
"What?" sounded the question.