"Sure, an' some av thim burds will make good eatin', so they will!" "We want to be careful how we go ashore," cautioned the captain.
"We don't want to damage our boat." They approached the new land cautiously.

The water all around it seemed to be deep, so there was no danger of striking a hidden reef.
Presently the captain espied a sandy beach, and straight for this the craft was headed.

As the boat struck, Bob, Tim and Ned leaped out, followed by Mr.Carr, and, aided by the swells, pulled her well up.
"Am I--er--to get out ?" asked Mr.Tarbill timidly.
"As you please," answered Captain Spark, grimly.

"I am going ashore." "Then I'll go, too--I don't want to be left alone," said the nervous passenger.
Soon all were on the beach, and then the boat was dragged higher up still, and tied to several of the low trees near by.
"Let me shoot some birds--they will make fine eating," said Bob to the captain, and permission being given, the young castaway went on a brief hunt.

The birds were so thick that he had little difficulty in bringing down several dozen.
"Now we can have a bird pot-pie for supper," declared Mr.Carr, and he looked greatly pleased, and so did the others.
All realized that the island upon which they had landed was not to be compared to that upon which they had previously been cast.