"We cannot do better than to leave the stock where it is at present,
William; they can run into the cocoa-nut grove for shelter if there is
a storm, and there is feed enough for ten times as many."
"Yes; but will you not dig up a few yams first?"
"I had quite forgotten it, William. I will go for the spade."
Having procured the yams, they set off on their return. Before they
arrived at the bay, the sky clouded over and threatened a storm. It did
not, however, rain till after they had landed, when a small shower
announced the commencement of the rainy season. The fruit was very
welcome to all of them, it was so long since they had tasted any.
The following day was beautifully fine, and everything appeared
refreshed by the rain which had fallen. It was, however, agreed, that
Ready and William should go round the next morning, bring home the
tents, and as many yams as the boat could carry. William and Ready went
out at night as usual, when Ready observed that the wind had chopped
round to the eastward.
"That will be bad for us to-morrow, Ready," replied William. "We may
sail to the harbour, but we shall have to pull back with the loaded
boat.
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