"One night gone, anyhow," remarked Max, as he and Owen started
preparation for breakfast, all of them owning up to being hungry for the
ham and eggs they had decided to enjoy for the first morning meal in
camp.

Then, as daylight had fully come, Max seemed to conceive a sudden
notion.

"Get one of the others to help you with this, Owen," he remarked. "I'll
be back in half an hour, or less."

Although wondering what he had in mind, Owen, being a boy of few words
as a rule, did not attempt to question his cousin. He saw him go down to
where the canoes lay up on the beach, and launching one of the smaller
canvas ones, paddle off. And as he saw Max move along close to the shore
of the island, now beginning to be bathed in the first rays of the
rising sun, Owen smiled, as though he had guessed the other's mission.

Later on, just as the call to breakfast was given, Max returned, and
drew the little canoe up on the beach where the others lay.

"What luck?" asked his cousin, as Max sat down and started to pour
himself a tin cup of coffee, his platter having been already filled with
fried ham and eggs that sent up a most tempting odor.

The others lifted their heads to listen, and even stopped eating, hungry
as they were, to learn what it was Max had been investigating.

"Nothing doing," replied the returned paddler, with a smile. "I went
completely around the island, and examined the shore the best way I