Probably they are wondering the same thing about us.

I suppose, though, they are on their way towards the interior for the winter.

But hold on a minute.
We must take them some sort of a present.

Grub is what they'll be most likely to appreciate, for the natives of this country are always hungry." Acting upon his own suggestion, White dived below, to reappear a minute later with a bag of biscuit and a generous piece of salt pork, which he tossed into the dinghy.

Then the excited lads pulled for the beach on which the strangers still waited in motionless expectation.
"Only a woman, a baby, and three children," remarked White, in a tone of disappointment, as they approached near enough to scrutinise the group.