We could chop away the top branches and hang up a signal of distress.

If we did that, perhaps some ship would come this way and rescue us." "Right ye are, lad, but it aint many ships come this way.

They are afraid o' the rocks we run on." Having looked around once more, to "git the lay o' the land," as Captain Jerry expressed it, they started to descend the hill.

This proved as difficult as climbing up had been.
Dick went in advance, and was half-way down when he stepped on a loose stick and went rolling into a perfect network of vines and brushwood.
"Are ye hurt ?" sang out old Jerry.
"No--not much!" answered the eldest Rover.

"But my wind--Oh, goodness gracious!" Dick broke off short, and small wonder.