When Dave opened his eyes the sun was shining brightly and close at hand a number of tropical birds were singing gayly. For the moment he could not remember what had occurred and he sat up, gazing around in bewilderment.
"We are shipwrecked," he murmured at length. "I wonder if those savages are anywhere near?"
He arose and stretched himself and then walked out on the shore of the island. None of the others were awake, and he determined to let them rest as long as they wished, providing no danger was at hand.
Not a soul was in sight and the place looked much different from that where the savages had been encountered.
"It looks to me as if this is another island," he reasoned, and he was right.
On the shore were a number of oysters and clams, and he lost no time in picking up as many as he thought they might use for a meal. Then he caught up several stones and sticks and went after the birds. He was good at throwing and soon brought down three birds of fair size.
"Hullo, what's doing?" was the cry, and he saw Captain Broadbeam approaching.
"I'm trying to gather something for breakfast."
"Good enough. Seen anything of the savages?"
"No."