They hastened along the beach to the spot nearest to where the canoe was tossing on the surf, and watched it as it approached the shore.
"William, this canoe must have been blown off from the large island, which lies out there;" and Ready again looked through his telescope: "there are two people in it, and they are islanders. Poor things! they struggle hard for their lives, and seem much exhausted; but they have passed through the most dangerous part of the reef."
"Yes," replied William, "they will soon be in smoother water; but the surf on the beach is very heavy."
"They won't mind that, if their strength don't fail them - they manage the canoe beautifully."
During this conversation the canoe had rapidly come towards the land. In a moment or two afterwards, it passed through the surf and grounded on the beach. The two people in it had just strength enough left to paddle through the surf, and then they dropped down in the bottom of the canoe, quite exhausted.
"Let's drag the canoe higher up, William. Poor creatures! they are nearly dead."
While dragging it up, Ready observed that the occupants were both women: their faces were tattooed all over; otherwise they were young, and might have been good-looking.
"Shall I run up and get something for them, Ready?"
"Do, William; ask Juno to give you some of whatever there is for breakfast; anything warm."
William soon returned with some thin oatmeal porridge, which Juno had been preparing for breakfast; and a few spoonfuls being forced down the throats of the two natives they gradually revived. William then left Ready, and went up to acquaint his father and mother with this unexpected event.