For a moment they both sat with their noses in the air, sniffing like
hounds; then Dr. Alec sprang up, saying with great decision

"Now, this won't do! No one is permitted on this island without
asking leave. I must see who dares to fry fish on my private
property."

Taking the basket on one arm and the bundle on the other, he
strode away towards the traitorous smell, looking as fierce as a
lion, while Rose marched behind under her umbrella.

"We are Robinson Crusoe and his man Friday going to see if the
savages have come," she said presently, for her fancy was full of
the dear old stories that all children love so well.

"And there they are! Two tents and two boats, as I live! These
rascals mean to enjoy themselves, that's evident."

"There ought to be more boats and no tents. I wonder where the
prisoners are?"

"There are traces of them," and Dr. Alec pointed to the heads and
tails of fishes strewn on the grass.

"And there are more," said Rose, laughing, as she pointed to a
scarlet heap of what looked like lobsters.

"The savages are probably eating their victims now; don't you hear
the knives rattle in that tent?"