Orissa looked puzzled.
"Come up on the bluff," she proposed.
The incline was not at all difficult and they soon stood on top the bluff. A thorough examination of the place disclosed no means of erecting the tent. A few dead branches that had fallen from the banana trees lay scattered about and there was a quantity of anæmic shrubbery growing here and there, but there was nothing to furnish poles for the tent or to support it in any way.
"Stumped, Columbus!" laughed Sybil, as they squatted together in the shade of the trees. "We shall have to drag up the aëroplane, after all, and use the plane-frame for our ridge-pole."
Orissa demurred at this.
"There is always a way to do a thing, if one can think how," she said.
"In this case, chummie dear, magic or legerdemain seems the only modus operandi," maintained Sybil. But Orissa was thinking, and as she thought she glanced at the trees.
"Why, of course!" she exclaimed.
Sybil's eyes questioned her gravely.
"Come on!" cried Orissa, jumping up.