The rising sun did not penetrate to where they stood, but it tipped the tops of the trees with gold and made it light enough for them to see each other quite plainly.
The boys were glad that day had come at last, for being prisoners in the light was not half as bad as in the dark.

Each looked at the others rather curiously.
"Well, we are still here," said Tom laconically.
"Yes, and liable to stay here," added Sam.
"I wonder if father is getting ready to land," said Dick.

"I suppose if he does he will come ashore where we did." "Yes, but that is a good distance from here," was Sam's comment.
"Wonder if it would do us any good to yell ?" said Tom.
"And bring Merrick and his gang down on us," said his younger brother.
"No, thank you." "I don't believe they are around," said Dick.

"I am going to try my lungs." And he began to yell with all the power of his vocal organs.
Then Tom and Sam joined in, and they kept this up, off and on, for fully an hour.
"I am not only dry but hungry," said Tom.

"Wish I had that lunch we brought along." "Tad Sobber sneaked that away," said Dick.