“I don’t know—maybe,” Teddy answered.
The punt struck the soft sand and mud of the island beach with a little thump. The children had made a landing—no longer were they adrift. They were a little way out on the large bay, but were not being carried toward the open sea; though, as a matter of fact, they had not worried about this.
“Well, here we are,” announced Ted, as he jumped out and pulled the boat farther up on shore. “I’ll help you out, Janet.”
“Are you going to take the crabs?” she asked.
“Course not! We’ll leave ’em in the boat. But I’ve got to make the boat fast so it won’t drift away. If it did, we might have to stay on this island all night.”
“Do you s’pose anybody lives here on this island, Ted?” asked his sister. From where they stood they could see nothing but trees and bushes, but the Curlytops knew that there were summer cottages on some of the islands.
“I don’t know. We’ll soon find out,” he answered.
“If there does anybody live here,” went on the little girl, “maybe we could sell ’em the crabs we caught—I mean we could give ’em the crabs and they’d give us something else to eat for ’em.”
“We caught the crabs for Daddy!” objected Teddy, having finished making fast the boat.
“I know we did, but he wouldn’t want us to be hungry.”