“If we could only find out who it is,” she said to her husband.
“We will in a little while, I’m sure,” he said. “The place isn’t very big.”
“But there are many places to conceal one,” Mrs. Brown went on, a sudden thought coming to her. “The cocoanut palm trees and bushes are very thick. Even now some one may be hiding and looking out on us.”
“Whoever has been living in that house,” said Mr. Brown, turning to glance at it, “is a white man, I’m sure. He wouldn’t hide and spy out on us. He would be only too glad to see us, for if he is here by himself he must be very lonesome. What I think is that he has had his breakfast and has gone off hunting or fishing to get something more to eat. Probably he is tired of living on canned food and wants some fresh meat or fish.”
“I wish he’d let me help him fish,” put in Bunny Brown. “I could fish here all right, couldn’t I, Daddy?” he asked.
“If we had a hook and line we might,” was the answer. “But we didn’t bring any of those things with us.”
“They might be in the boat,” suggested Mrs. Brown. “So many things were in her that I feel quite sure it will contain a fishing outfit.”
“Perhaps,” assented her husband. “But now we had better go back to camp and tell Will and Sam what we have found.”
“I think that would be best,” said Mrs. Brown. “They, being sailors, would know what sort of ship this house came from. And when we return this man—whoever he may be—will probably be back. Then we can see who he is.”
Bunny and Sue had wandered off a little way from their parents during this talk. They now came running back, somewhat out of breath and much excited.