"If we build here, a strong storm may knock our huts flat.

That side is more sheltered and, consequently, safer.

Besides, there is more fruit there, and I'm sure better fishing in the bay, and that's what counts, too." "Of course it counts--since we must live on fruits, fish, and what birds and animals we manage to knock over," said Tom.
The boys had been fairly successful in hunting and fishing, having knocked over half a dozen birds and caught four fair-sized fish.
Everything had been done to a turn over the camp-fire, and Dick and old Jerry did full justice to what was set before them--on some dried palm leaves Nellie had found.

Their coffee they drank out of some cocoanut shells.

They had no forks, but used sharp sticks instead, and the knives the boys carried in their pockets.
The weather continued fine and that night the moon shone as brightly as ever.