Part 8 (2/2)
They spent the day much as they had spent the first one on the island; sitting on the beach, now and again visiting the cliff to take another look across the sea, gathering bananas from the little plantation and wandering for a short distance along the sh.o.r.e.
”What shall we do when all the bananas are gone?” asked Tommy, as they ate their dinner. ”The food we have in the boat won't last a week.”
”We shall have to go exploring,” said Mary. ”I can't believe that these bananas are the only eatable fruits, and no doubt there are more bananas somewhere.”
They looked up once more at the distant mysterious ridge.
”I don't know how you feel,” said Tommy, ”but I'm rather scared of going far from the beach. Who knows what we should find among those trees?”
”We might go a little farther than we did yesterday,” suggested Elizabeth.
”Come along, then,” said Tommy. ”Oh, gracious! What's that?”
She pointed towards the ridge. The other girls looked, but saw nothing.
”What is it?” asked Mary.
”I saw a large beast cross over that bare spot,” replied Tommy.
”I think you must have fancied it,” said Mary.
”Rubbis.h.!.+ I tell you I saw it.”
”But there aren't any large beasts in these islands,” said Mary.
”How do you know? You think you know everything,” said Tommy sharply, ”just because you've read a few books. I tell you I _did_ see it.”
”It couldn't have been a large animal, all the same,” persisted Mary.
”You're an idiot,” cried Tommy.
Elizabeth saw it was time to intervene. The girls' nerves were a little on edge.
”I dare say you are both right,” she said tranquilly. ”Tommy evidently saw something, and though there are no large native animals, Mary, perhaps it's an imported one. We can't tell but that there are people over there, and they might have anything, you know.”
”Of course they might,” said Tommy triumphantly. ”It might be an elephant or anything.”
And so the little storm blew over, but it made Elizabeth very thoughtful. As she lay awake that night, she resolved that something must be done to occupy their thoughts. ”It will never do to idle away our time, as we've been doing,” she said to herself, ”or there'll be constant bickerings, and we shall all get slack and mopish. Oh, dear!”
And she did not sleep before she had made a plan.
CHAPTER VII
A LOCAL HABITATION
”Now, my dears,” said Elizabeth as they sat at breakfast next morning, ”I've got an idea.”
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