"Yes, it's not a bad entrance, and there seems to be plenty of vegetation," said Phil.
"I was alluding to the coral bed," replied Jack.
Phil Danks smiled as he replied—
"It is new to you, of course. I am not partial to coral reefs. I see the danger in them—not the beauty. If you were dashed on to one in a gale you would have a different opinion of them."
"I suppose they are dangerous," replied Jack.
"Yes, and treacherous. They tear the bottom out of a boat before you know where you are."
They passed safely through the narrow opening, and there burst upon them a strange sight. They were in a small bay, and round it were large trees sweeping down almost to the edge of the water. There was no sign of life, and yet the place seemed so home-like they could hardly believe it to be desolate.
"I have been up this coast a few times," said Hake Moss, "and never struck this place before. Have you, Phil?"
"Never," answered Danks, "and it's worth exploring. I vote we land over yonder and see what sort of a country it is."
He pointed across the bay to where the white beach shimmered in the blazing sunlight, and the trees drooped in graceful folds over it.