Suddenly Dick, standing beside Emmeline on the rock, pointed with his finger to the reef near the opening.
“There he is!” cried he.
CHAPTER XXI
THE GARLAND OF FLOWERS
You could just make the figure out lying on the reef near the little cask, and comfortably sheltered from the sun by an upstanding lump of coral.
“He’s asleep,” said Dick.
He had not thought to look towards the reef from the beach, or he might have seen the figure before.
“Dicky!” said Emmeline.
“Well?”