“And she doesn’t know where we are, does she?” demanded Dot.
“Just the same, they will find us. I’m hungry,” Tess announced again.
“What shall we eat?” asked her sister.
But Tess was not nonplussed by that question. Little as she was, she was observant. Such fruits as had been good to eat on Palm Island she knew must be all right to eat here on this strange island.
Of course they had no fire and nothing to cook upon it if they had. The little girls did not know just how to go about finding turtles’ eggs, although they had seen Neale O’Neil uncover the first nestful of those delicacies. But they found two or three cocoanuts which they broke open with pieces of coral. And it was easy enough to pick a lapful of fruit.
Down they squatted on the sand, each with her dress-skirt heaped with fruit, and proceeded to enjoy a repast. Before they had finished, the active mind of Dot demanded to be informed on another point.
“If Neale and Luke come after us, Tess Kenway, how are they going to know we are on this island?”
“Won’t they see us here?” asked her sister.
“Not if we are behind the bushes. I don’t mean to stay out in the sun all the time. You know it is awfully hot at noon.”
“We-ell,” considered Tess, “I s’pose I’ll have to put up my skirt again. They won’t sail by that.”