“There’s a wooden house here. Look!”
To the surprise of his father and mother, who had not yet seen it, Bunny pointed out a little house which stood in a clump of palm trees some distance up the beach.
“It’s a wooden house,” went on Bunny. “And it would be nicer to live in than the grass hut. Let’s go to the wooden house.”
Mr. and Mrs. Brown were very much surprised.
CHAPTER XXI
THE WILD MAN
Bunny and Sue would at once have rushed down the sand toward the funny little wooden house, just as they would have dashed toward the grass hut when they first saw that. But Mr. Brown called to them to wait.
“We want to see if any one is in that hut before we go too near,” he said. “Perhaps some one is living there.”
“Oh!” murmured Bunny, and Sue clasped her doll closer as if she feared some one from the wooden house would come forth to take Elizabeth.
“Isn’t it rather queer to find a wooden house on an island like this?” asked Mrs. Brown.
“Yes, it is,” agreed her husband. “This must have been built by a white man, for natives would not take the trouble to put up anything more than a leaf or grass hut, which does them very well.”