“They seem to be watching for us,” Nicky declared. “How do they know we are coming, do you suppose?”
“Maybe Henry Morgan has been here and told them we might come,” Cliff suggested.
“Look!” said Tom, excitedly pressing the glasses into Cliff’s hands. “They’re running away!”
“To get ready for a welcome,” Nicky offered.
“No,” cried Cliff, “they’re tumbling into three canoes!”
“I see the canoes with my naked eye,” Tom agreed. “They are pushing off from shore—they’re paddling away as fast as they can go it!”
It was a fact, and when the cruiser came near enough to lay-to and hail, there was no response and when the chums, in the boat, rowed to the rough corral beach there was not a soul on the island!
“That’s funny!” Nicky declared.
“They don’t seem to like company!” Cliff added.
Tom made no comment as they rowed back.