“Maybe they’re asleep.”
“Who?” asked his mother.
“Whoever lives in there,” Bunny answered, going a step nearer.
“That’s so,” said Mr. Brown. “I didn’t think of that.” Then he suddenly called: “Hello there! Anybody inside?”
“My, what a shout!” exclaimed his wife, putting her hands over her ears. “That would awaken any one.”
But no one came out of the hut, which seemed to prove that no one was in there.
“I’ll go and take a look,” offered Sam. Going forward quietly, he thrust his head in behind the swaying curtain of palm leaves and grass, woven together as if done by a native. “Nobody here,” he said. “It will be a good place to stay for the night, especially for the children.”
“Isn’t there room for all of us?” asked Mrs. Brown, who liked the sailors, having found them kind and obliging.
“We’ll bunk under the boat,” said Will Gand. “We’re more used to that.”
“That’s right,” agreed his mate.