paused for a moment. "But don't let us quarrel over it, Walter. It's too serious. If we can't find the crowd, we had better make tracks for the shore. As soon as we spot the ship we'll be O. K."
"All right; the shore it is, then. But in which direction is the shore, according to your notion?" And Walter gazed at Si dubiously.
"That way." And the Yankee lad pointed with his long finger.
"This time I agree with you. Come." And side by side they started down the hill, but at a different point from where they had ascended. A hundred yards were covered when they found themselves in an undergrowth so dense that further progress was impossible.
"We missed it this trip, that's certain," said Walter, with a deep sigh. "We'll have to go back."
"All right, then, we'll go back," grumbled Si. He was still disappointed over the cocoanuts. "Wonder if we can't find the trail we left when we came up?"
They went back to the trees and began a hunt for the trail. Here and there they found footprints, but nothing definite enough to follow. Then they
