The children were very busy that afternoon. Mary and Jill got enough heather and bracken to make two teds, one at each side of the shack. They piled the tough bracken on the floor first, and then the softer heather on top. Then they spread each bed with a rug. and put another rug, neatly folded up, to be used as a blanket at night.
"The beds can be couches to sit on in the daytime," said Mary, quite pleased with the look of them. "we'll have to add more heather day by day, I expect, Jill, because we shall flatten the beds very much with our weight. But we can easily see to that."
The boys brought in the crockery—cups, saucers and plates—thick, common ones used by the fishermen who sailed in Andy's father's boat with him. They were just right for the shack—but where were they to be put?
"We really can't keep them on the floor," said Mary. They'll get broken. I wish we had a shelf to put things on. It would give us much more room if only we could get these odd things out of the way."
Andy disappeared for a few minutes. When he came back he carried a wooden board. He grinned at the surprised children.
"I remembered seeing an old shelf in what must have been the kitchen of the farmhouse," he said. "So I went in and wrenched h down from the wall. Tom, where did you put the tools and the box of nails?"
"Down there by our bed," said Tom. Andy picked up a hammer and the box of nails. "Where do you want the shelf?" he asked the girls.
"Over there, at the back of the shack, just about shoulder-high," said Mary. "What a lovely shelf that will make, Andy—it will take everything!"
So it did! Once Andy had nailed it up, the girls arranged the crockery there, the kettle, one or two pans, the field-glasses, camera and other things. The gramophone would not go on the shelf so they put it into a corner.
By this time the shack really looked fine! There were the two neat beds at the sides—the table in the middle, with the stool—the neatly-sanded floor—the shelf at the back with its array of goods! The children felt really pleased with it.
Andy filled the oil-stove. "You could boil us some potatoes tonight for a change," he said to Mary. "You've got a little saucepan, haven't you?"
"Yes," said Mary. "I'll boil them and mash them for you—but they'll taste a bit odd without butter or salt! And we'll open another tin of fruit."
The boys went off to catch fish. The girls busied themselves with fetching more potatoes, more water, and setting the oil-stove going. They felt very busy and rather important.
They had a most delicious supper and enjoyed every bit of it. They didn't even mind going without salt in the potatoes. They ate their supper sitting outside the open doorway of the shack, looking out to the evening sea. The gulls called high in the air, and the splash of the little white-edged waves came to them every now and again.
"Now we'll turn in!" said Andy with a yawn. "It will be fun to sleep in our little house for the first time! Come on, girls—leave the washing-up till the morning. We are all tired out!"
Chapter 7
A Strange Discovery
The next day the children went to make sure that their sail-signal was still safely tied to the signal-tree at the top of the cliff. It was. It flapped there steadily, a signal to any passing ship that there were people on the island who needed help.
"Suppose no help comes?" said Tom. "Shall we have to stay here all winter?"
"Yes—unless you like to try and swim dozens of miles back home!" said Andy.
The children looked at one another. Stay there for the winter! It was all very well having an adventure on. an island for three or four days—but to stay there all the winter, in the bitter cold and raging storms, was not a pleasant thought.
"Don't look so gloomy," said Andy. "We may be rescued any day. I can't think that no ship ever passes these islands. After all, there were people living here not so long ago—and they must have had supplies from time to time—so the ships must come by here some-times. And maybe there are people living on one of the other islands. I think perhaps at a very low tide we could cross to the next island by that line of rocks over there—and explore that. We may find dozens of people,??? all we know!"
Every one cheered up. Of course! There seemed to??? or six islands near to their own; people would surely be living on one or other of them, especially on the bigger ones. Their own island was so small that it was a wonder anyone had ever bothered to build a house there, and tried to get a living on the rocky soil.
They went to see if their boat was still held fast between the two rocks. Yes—there it was, all on one side, the tide washing right over its decks,
"Perhaps an extra strong tide might lift it off the rocks," said Andy. "If only it would—and we could mend it! I'd try to sail back home again."
"Well, there's nothing left in the boat that could be taken away now," said Tom. "I really think we've got everything movable—ropes, nets, even the oars!"
It was quite true. The boys had brought back with the oil everything in the locker. Ropes might never come in useful—but still, Andy thought they might as well take them. The children thoroughly explored the tittle island again, but found nothing interesting at all. They could see that the farm-people had used the level stretch of land on the more southerly side of the island for their fields. In one place, Jill found some runner beans growing over a tangle of brambles, and she called out in excitement:
"Beans! we'll eat them for dinner!"
The others came to look. "I expect these seeded themselves too," said Andy. "Maybe there was a bean-field just here. Well—we're not doing too badly, with potatoes and beans and fish!"
There was nothing to do that afternoon, except bathe and fish. The little shack was finished—there was nothing more to add to it. They could do nothing with their wrecked boat. It was of no use going for a ramble for the island was so small. So Tom suggested a bathe first, and fishing afterwards.
It was warm in the sunshiny sea. They swam through the big waves and splashed about lazily. Then they came out of the sea and lay in the sun to dry. After that, the boys sat on the rocks to fish and the girls went to hunt for prawns, shrimps, and shellfish.
The tide was very low that evening. The wind had completely dropped, and the sea was almost calm—as nearly calm as it ever could be on that rough, rocky coast. The children stood on a rocky ledge, looking to the north where the other islands lay, blue with a summery mist.
"They really look as if they are just floating on the water," said Jill dreamily. "They do look lovely. I wish we could visit them."
"Well, it would be quite easy if we chose low tide," said Andy, pointing to the line of rocks that were now uncovered, and which seemed to lead in a crooked line to the next island. "I'd like fine to go across those rocks to-morrow morning when the tide is low again. We could take food for the day—and see what war on the next island—and climb back across the rocks at low tide to-morrow night."
"Oh, do let's!" cried the twins, and Tom did a little war-dance on the rocky ledge in excitement. Who knew what they might find on the next island?
That night Jill cooked some potatoes in their skins, and let them go cold to take with them next day.
"We'll cook the sausages that are in the tin, let them go cold, and take those, too," said M. "We can catch some fish to-morrow night for our evening meal when we come home."
The next morning they ran to see if the tide had uncovered the rocks again. Yes—there they stretched grey and green, some quite bare, some covered with seaweed. Very deep rock-pools lay between. The sea itself lay pale blue and sparkling, beyond the line of rocks.