A closer examination of the hut showed two rude bunks, made of sticks, raised slightly above the surface of the ground. The bunks were covered with thick layers of Spanish moss, and were evidently far from being uncomfortable. A few blankets showed that the occupants did not lack for a little comfort. There were a few cooking utensils scattered about, and outside, the ashes of a camp fire, made between stones--a sort of oven--showed how the meals were prepared. But there was little evidence of food, save a few empty tins. "There are evidently two persons staying here," observed Russ, as he looked at a packing box, which served as a table, and noted two tin plates, and two knives, forks and spoons. "It must be real jolly, camping this way." "I'd rather have a tent," said Paul. "This palm leaf hut looks artistic, and all that, but not very secure." "It's secure enough in good weather," declared Russ. "Well, I guess the only thing to do is to wait until these folks come back. They won't remain away all night, I hardly think." "But if they don't come back until dark, what shall we do?" asked Ruth. "We can't stay out all night again." "We may have to," declared practical Alice. "That is so, and we may as well face the issue," said Russ, somewhat gravely. "And now that we have found a sign of human beings, who can possibly tell us which way to go to find the steamer, it would be foolish to waste this chance. If we go off by ourselves again we may get farther and farther away from the _Magnolia_." "That is so," agreed Paul. "I think we had better stay." "That's what I say!" exclaimed Mrs. Maguire. "It seems like company just to look at that boat and the hut, and to know that someone has been here lately, and will come back." "Oh, they'll be sure to come back," Russ said. "That's is too good a boat to abandon. Why, it must be worth a thousand dollars." He and Paul went down to examine it, while the moving picture girls and Mrs. Maguire looked about the hut. "It seems almost like home, after what we have been through," remarked Ruth. "I wish there was something to eat here," said Alice, after a stroll about the vicinity of the hut. "Whoever lives here must get their supplies in from day to day, and eat them all up." "Or they may be out after supplies now," added Mrs. Maguire. The shadows were lengthening, but the sun was still bright, and it would not be night for several hours. There was a period of anxious waiting. "I wonder if we hadn't better shout again, and fire a few shots?" remarked Paul. "We may be near our own steamer now, though it doesn't seem so. We might be in another country, for all we can tell." "I believe we will give a few signals," agreed Russ. "And I can spare a couple of cartridges. I only wish I could see something worth eating to shoot at. Then I could be killing two birds with one stone--giving a signal and providing a meal."