"Very well," said the chair. "Having settled the question of general policy, let's get down to some more detail. What shall we do next?"
"Complete our exploration of the islands," said Cub. "There's no telling what we may find."
"Now, you're beginning to look at things the way your father does," put in Hal shrewdly.
"How's that?" Cub inquired.
"Why you're willing to look for a trail. I'm not saying you were any worse than Bud and I were before we got started on this hunt. We just stumbled on a trail to begin with, but when we lost it we didn't know what to do next until your father told us it was up to us to scout around and find it again."
"Yes, that's right," Cub admitted. "We scouted around in the air and found the trail that brought us here."
"Moral: Whenever at a loss, do some broadcasting," suggested Mr. Perry.
"Right," declared Bud; "Now the thing for us to do is some physical broadcasting on this island."
"In other words, we'll all go in different directions and examine every square foot of this island," Cub inferred.
"Exactly," assented Mr. Perry. "It ought not to take very long. There are only about five acres here, although the place is pretty well covered with bushes and trees."