“Better not try to pick it up,” warned Mrs. Brown.
But Bunny and Sue, being children of a fish dealer, knew enough to let big crabs alone.
It grew dark quickly, as it always does down near the equator, and when Mrs. Brown had made up the rug beds for the two children they were glad to crawl into them.
“It’s funny, going to bed with your clothes on,” laughed Bunny, for neither he nor his sister could undress, there being no pajamas for them.
“It’s like camping out,” his father said, and indeed it was. Will and Sam made their bed beneath the overturned boat, far up on the sand out of reach of the tide, and Mr. and Mrs. Brown lay down in the hut with the children.
For a time neither the father nor the mother of Bunny and Sue could sleep. But at last they dropped off into slumber. How long they were asleep they did not know. But they were suddenly awakened by Bunny calling out:
“I’m all wet! The rain is coming in on me!”
Mr. Brown had with him a pocket flashlight, and, switching this on, he saw a stream of water coming through the roof of the hut. And, at the same time, he became aware that there was a storm.
The wind was blowing and shaking the frail grass hut. Out on the beach the waves could be heard pounding the sand.
“What is happening?” asked Mrs. Brown, who was now awake, as was also Sue.