From the beach, at a point presumably directly opposite the place where they had come ashore they climbed by the aid of rocky footholds and bushes to a broken but generally level summit clad with a tangled growth of blueberry and briars and sprinkled most liberally with boulders.

The ground arose gradually as they advanced, guided by Steve's pocket compass, and before very long they reached the wind-swept edge of the cliff against which they had spent the night.
From the summit they could see dimly at brief intervals the form of the _Adventurer_ far below.
"Well, I don't see that we've accomplished much," said Han.

"We're here, but where are we?
And how the dickens are we going to get back again?
If anyone thinks that I'm going to risk my neck sliding down here he's mistaken." "We don't ask you to, Ossie dear," said Han.

"Your little neck is much too precious.

One thing is certain, anyway, I guess: there's no hotel on the place!" "Hotel!" said Joe.