"Shall we go ashore and look that place over?" asked Hal.

"Sure."

"But what do you expect to find?" Cub inquired.

"I don't expect to find anything. I had no expectation when I suggested
that you boys canvass the radio field for information to clear up what
you chose to call a mystery. I had no idea what might turn up as a result
of such canvass, but I know it was about the only thing for you to do to
start a move in the desired direction."

"And something sure did move," Hal remarked appreciatively.

"Well, let's run around this island and find a landing place," Cub
proposed.

The run was made, with Cub in charge of the wheel and engine controls.
They circumnavigated the island with unsatisfactory result.

"That settles it," Bud declared. "If San Salvador had been like that,
Columbus would have made his first landing somewhere else!"

"Robinson Crusoe would never have found any footprints in the sand
there," Hal declared.

"Yes, we'll give it up for the time being," Mr. Perry declared. "We won't
try to scale any perpendicular banks, fifteen or twenty feet high, at
least, not to begin with."