There was nothing to do until the man came, for the Curlytops were on a strange shore and did not want to wander away and get lost. So they sat down on stones, near where Ted had tied the boat to keep it from drifting away, and they ate what little lunch remained.
“What’ll I do with this cheese?” asked Ted. “I don’t s’pose we’re going to find any crows.”
“No,” admitted Janet slowly. “But maybe——”
Then she stopped suddenly, for in the air overhead sounded a loud:
“Caw! Caw! Caw!”
“Oh, look!” whispered Janet.
Fluttering down from the sky was a big, black bird. It flew to a low stump of a tree, not far from where the children sat, and there the crow perched, still cawing.
In wonder and hope the children watched the crow. The bird turned its head from side to side, and seemed to be looking about for any danger. He appeared to see the Curlytops, but did not mind them.
Then the crow began moving about on the edge of the stump, stirring up something down in the hollow of it.
“Oh, Ted!” cried Janet. “I believe that crow has a nest in the stump!”