“Yes, that’s so,” agreed Mr. Brown. “But I hardly think any one is on this island but ourselves.”
“Anyhow, if the ship comes back, some one ought to be here to signal her,” said Sam.
“Oh, by all means!” said Mrs. Brown. “Wave to her, make a smoky fire, do anything to let her know we are here, and don’t let her get away without taking us off.”
Leaving the two sailors on watch, Mr. and Mrs. Brown started to walk along the shore of the island and away from their little camp. Bunny and Sue followed. The children were always glad to go walking with their parents, for there were so many interesting things to see.
Cocoanut Island was a larger place than Mr. Brown had at first thought. They went to the top of a little hill not far from the beach, and from this height they could see that the place where they had been left ashore was several miles long and about a mile wide.
“It will take us too long to walk around the island,” decided Mr. Brown, as they came down the hill on the other side. “I think the best plan will be to walk across the place and see what’s there.”
They did this. In about half an hour, for they did not walk fast, they reached the other shore. There was a little cove here also, and palm trees were waving in the wind.
“It isn’t any better, though,” said Mrs. Brown, “than the place where we have our camp.”
“Yes, it is some better,” said Bunny Brown.
“Why?” asked his father.