"Don't you think we could rig up an electric alarm?" said Terence during the progress of the meal. "There's plenty of insulated copper wire in the small store."
"It would be as well," replied Mr. McKay. "We might have a return visit; though, as I said before, I don't anticipate one."
"But some natives from another island might try and surprise us," said Andy. "News travels quickly, and perhaps we might again be favoured with the unwelcome attentions of these savage gentry."
"And I tell you what," continued Terence, waxing enthusiastic, for electrical engineering was his strong point, "we brought one of the San Martin's searchlights ashore. I'll try and fix it up and connect it with the dynamo."
"We'll see what's to be done. But now, how about Blight? It's time we paid him a visit."
"I guess he's been wondering what the dust-up was about," remarked Andy, as he prepared the prisoner's daily ration.
Andy and Terence were deputed to visit the prisoner, and, armed as usual and carrying a supply of food and water, they set off for the fenced-in dwelling.
From the elevation of the upper terrace they could see the distant dark brown sails of the canoes, for the wind was light and their progress had been slow.
"They'll have a nice yarn to pitch into their friends when they return," observed Terence.
"They stood a good chance of pitching into us," replied Andy grimly. "The rascals!"