“Now we’ll get ready to camp out for the rest of the day or until the ship comes back,” said Mr. Brown. “One of the first things to do, I think, is to make another grass hut for the sailors. I don’t like to think of them sleeping under the boat.”
“We don’t mind it,” laughed Will. “But we can easily make another hut, if you like. And we’ll fix the roof on yours to-day.”
Mrs. Brown was gazing out over the ocean. Suddenly she pointed and cried:
“Is that the ship coming back?”
CHAPTER XX
THE WOODEN HOUSE
For a time it seemed that the small, black speck on the sea, toward which Mrs. Brown pointed, might be the Beacon returning. But soon Will Gand remarked:
“That’s only a bird—a seagull, I guess. It’s soaring upward.”
And that is what the speck did—mount, showing that it must have been a bird of some sort, though, at a distance, it looked like a ship on the water.
“Oh, dear!” sighed Mrs. Brown, greatly disappointed.
“Never mind,” her husband said. “It will come some time to-day, I’m sure.”