"All light," and Wong shuffled away a look of keen disgust on his yellow face.
"Wong's slighted now," Captain Ole laughed.
"And I don't blame him," Bob declared. "But I just can't leave the bridge now."
At the end of another hour Mr. Lakewood was able to say that he was almost certain that it was not the island.
"Of course," he added, "I may be mistaken, but I don't think so. It's too large in the first place and then again it's too low at the near end."
"Suppose we land anyway," Captain Ole suggested. "I think I can see a grove of trees not far inland and perhaps we can get some cocoanuts."
"Sure we'll land," Mr. Lakewood agreed. "Do you know," he added with a smile, "it was several years after I got away from that island before I could bear the sight of a cocoanut, but that's gone now and I really like them again."
"Then we'll sure get you some," Jack laughed.
"No, that's not the place," Mr. Lakewood declared definitely a little later, as the island now loomed up large before them. "Think it's inhabited, Cap'n?" he asked turning to Captain Ole.
"Don't see any signs of anything that looks like it on this side, but you never can tell about these places. Some of the tribes on these islands don't go in much for architecture and a cocoanut tree will hide a whole lot of 'em."