"Then I'll go, too—I don't want to be left alone," said the nervous passenger.
Soon all were on the beach, and then the boat was dragged higher up still, and tied to several of the low trees near by.
"Let me shoot some birds—they will make fine eating," said Bob to the captain, and permission being given, the young castaway went on a brief hunt. The birds were so thick that he had little difficulty in bringing down several dozen.
"Now we can have a bird pot-pie for supper," declared Mr. Carr, and he looked greatly pleased, and so did the others.
All realized that the island upon which they had landed was not to be compared to that upon which they had previously been cast. The trees were of small account, none of them bearing fruit fit to eat. Some of the bushes contained berries, and Ned began to gather a cupful.
"Go slow there, Ned," said the captain. "They may be poisonous."
"They can't be—for I saw the birds feeding on, them," said Bob.
"Oh, well, then it is all right."
But the berries proved rather bitter to the taste and nobody felt like eating many of them. Tim started a fire, and over this they broiled and roasted the birds, each fixing the evening meal in the way that best suited him.
"Are there any cannibals here?" asked Mr. Tarbill.