“Lay low and go easy,” whispered Will to Sam. “I’ll take a look out and see if it’s him.”
“Go ahead,” whispered Sam.
Very quietly Will went on his tiptoes to the door and looked out. Instantly he darted back inside the little house again.
“Did you see him?” asked Sam.
“Yes, he’s coming up the path. He must have stepped on a stick that broke and made that noise. But he’s coming right up here—it’s his home, you know. When he comes inside we’ll grab him.”
“All right,” agreed Sam. “But it’s sort of rough to treat a man like that when he comes into his own house. You wouldn’t like that, Will, and I wouldn’t either.”
“No, maybe not,” agreed the other sailor, “But this is for his own good. We aren’t going to hurt the wild man. We want to be friends with him. But very likely he’s so wild he won’t trust us. All we want to do is to talk to him and tell him we’ll be friends and help him.”
“Oh, well, I guess that’s all right,” agreed Sam.
“Besides,” went on Will, “we don’t want this fellow with his long hair and beard scaring Bunny and Sue.”
“No, that’s so,” admitted Sam. “He is sort of scary looking,” he added, as he peered from the window and saw the wild man, as they called him, coming up the path that led to the little wooden house amid the cocoanut trees. “He looks like some monkeys I’ve seen in the jungle,” added Sam.