“Of course I do,” said Will. “Then Mr. Pott’s schooner, the Mary Bell, must have been wrecked on this island. This deckhouse from the wreck was washed up on shore and this wild man has been living in it. But there was another man—Mr. Pott’s son, you know—a fellow named Harry, so Bunny tells. What became of him?”
“That we don’t know,” replied Sam. “Nor what became of the treasure, either. But this is where the Mary Bell was wrecked.”
“Come on!” cried Will, greatly excited. “We’ll go back and tell Mr. Brown and then we’ll try to catch this wild man.”
As the sailors turned to cross Cocoanut Island and go back to the palm-hut camp, Bunny and Sue were getting ready to catch the same wild man—only the children did not know it.
After Will and Sam had gone that morning and while Mr. and Mrs. Brown were talking matters over and wondering when the Beacon would come back, Bunny and Sue went a little way from camp to look about and play.
“Don’t go too far away, my dears,” called Mrs. Brown. “We don’t want you to get lost.”
“We won’t,” promised Bunny.
He and Sue found some beautiful scarlet blossoms growing near the spring of water.
“Oh, how lovely! Don’t you wish we had some like these to take to Mr. Pott in the hospital, Bunny?”
“Yes, I do,” said the little boy. “Mr. Pott would like these. And he’d like cocoanuts, too!”