“Then let’s follow Alfred’s advice and take a chance on finding the boys,” agreed Elizabeth.
As they started again to cross the Island to find the camping place Mrs. Remington had used that Spring Elizabeth told them what a Paradise it was. Woods, beach, cliff for diving, spring of fine water, and everything a Woodcrafter could wish for.
Finally Alfred turned in on the hard sandy beach and in a short time stopped by a small promontory of sand that ran out like a finger into the sea. On top of this cliff and as far back as one could see, were the woods, with a clearing in the foreground that Alfred said had been used for the tents when Mrs. Remington camped there.
The Woodcrafters exclaimed in surprise at the place that seemed made to order for them, and Zan added: “Fiji’s discovery can’t be better than this!”
The chauffeurs helped carry the outfits to the clearing on top of the cliff, and when all was done, Alfred said: “I ought to be goin’, Miss ’Lizabeth, ’cause your father comes in on that six o’clock train, you know, and it takes a full hour to get there from here!”
“Oh, it can’t be five o’clock yet, Alfred,” cried Elizabeth, surprised.
“It is five of five,” replied Miss Miller, consulting her watch.
“Good gracious! Where are those boys?” cried Zan.
“We surely must be at the wrong site, but we will remain where we are for to-night, anyway,” added Jane.
“Jim, if Fiji ’phones home to ask where we are try and direct him how to find us, will you?” said Zan.