Climbing up over the ridge of low hills which ran down the middle of Cocoanut Island, the castaways were soon nearing the little bay where they had first landed.
“I hope Will and Sam have seen the Beacon and have signaled for her to take us off,” said Mrs. Brown.
“I hardly think the ship has returned,” Mr. Brown said. “If she had we would have heard her whistle. But she will be here by night or by to-morrow morning, I’m sure.”
“Anyhow, we’re having fun here,” said Bunny Brown. “I liked it on the rolling ocean, but I like it just as much on Cocoanut Island.”
“So do I,” agreed Sue. “And please, Mother, could I have some more cocoanut juice to drink?”
“Yes, when we get to the hut you may have come cocoanut milk,” her mother said.
Will and Sam, who had been busy making their hut comfortable as a place to spend the night in case the ship did not come back, were much surprised to hear about the little wooden house and about the wild man.
“He’s a shipwrecked sailor, like enough,” declared Will.
“We’ll see if we can catch him after lunch,” Mr. Brown remarked. “Poor fellow, he may have been frightened on seeing us.”
Some cocoanuts were opened and the milk drained off into cups for the children to drink.