Dave looked doubtfully up beyond the shore cliffs where the higher hills showed. It looked to be a pretty hard task to scale those heights in his present battered-up condition.
"I'm going to try it, anyhow," decided Dave, and he did.
"I can't go any farther--at least not just now," said Dave, an hour later.
He sank down on a moss-covered rock overlooking a kind of valley. Its other side, however, was higher up than the point where he was.
"I think another hundred feet will bring me to where I can get a good view," thought the young diver; "that is in daylight, and daylight will soon be here."
The pods, which tasted like cocoa, had been filling to Dave, but not exactly satisfying.
"It's like a fellow eating candy when he needs beefsteak," he mused. "I shall have to hunt up something more substantial later on."
From his previous acquaintance with the island Dave knew that there were many kinds of shellfish to be found, besides berries and other fruits, for the searching. He was not one bit afraid that he would have to starve.
"I must watch out for the natives, too," he continued. "I must devise some kind of a weapon of defense."
Dave thought over these things, lying restfully on the rock. He had about decided to resume his journey, calculating how long it would take him to reach a certain point on which his eyes were fixed.