This kept them busy until dark.
Then a big campfire was lighted, and, though the tent was rather crowded with six in it, they managed to sleep fairly comfortably.
The next day it rained, and the castaways put in rather a miserable existence.

Fortunately, they had carried the food into the tent, where it was protected from the terrific tropical downpour.

The rain kept up for three days, and during all that time Mr.Tarbill never ceased complaining.
As for Bob and the others, they did not mind getting wet through, for the weather was very warm.

Under the captain's directions they had built a sort of screen for the fire at the first sign of a storm, making it of green cocoanut tree leaves on slanting poles like a "lean-to," and this kept the blaze going in spite of the wetness, as plenty of dry wood had been gathered before the rain began.
On the fourth day the sun shone brightly, the downpour had ceased, and they rejoiced in the beautiful scenery around them, even though they were shipwrecked and on a strange island.
"We must build a more substantial shelter than the tent," Captain Spark decided that morning.

"We may have to stay here for several months, and the tent is not large enough.