"Only make-believe," explained Bunny.
"Oh, make-believe is all right," Sue agreed.
Carrying their bag of lunch, the children wandered here and there over the island. It was larger than they at first supposed, and Bunny was glad of this. It was very still and quiet there, the ripple of the water, the wind in the trees, and the birds making the only sounds.
"I guess daddy and mother are away off, aren't they?" asked Sue, after a while.
"Miles and miles," Bunny answered. "Aren't you glad, Sue?"
"Ye—yes, I—I guess so," she answered, and her voice sounded so strange that Bunny was afraid his sister might be going to cry. This would never do! A crying pirate! Never!
Bunny must think of a way so his sister would not be lonesome. That was the trouble now, he decided—she was getting lonesome because it was so still and quiet on the island, far away from the orange groves.
The little boy ran back to the raft and brought off the sharp stick he had placed there at the start of the voyage.
"What's that for?" asked Sue.
"For alligators," answered her brother. "I've got to have a sharp stick to drive the alligators away, you know."