"Well, what's to be done?" asked Beeby at length, and he emitted a sigh. "If we've got to stay here all night, we'd better do something." "We'll probably have to stay here for several nights and days," declared Dick. "Fellows, we're up against it. I think the first thing to be done is to go to some high point--the highest on the island--and see if we can get a glimpse of the yacht. It can't have gotten out of sight so quickly." "Maybe not, but by the time we get to the high point, it'll be so dark we can't see anything," put in Widdy, who had said little since the astonishing discovery was made. "If I might say something, Mr. Dick, I'd say the best thing to do would be to find a shelter for the night, as it's cold an' damp when the sun goes down." "It's about down now," replied the young millionaire. "But, you're right, Widdy, we do need shelter." "And something to eat," added Beeby. "What about that, Dick? I'm hungry!" "Don't think of it," advised Paul. "I can't help it, when I remember all the good things on board the yacht," went on the fat cadet. "The chicken, the roast beef, the soups, the pies and cakes that Hans used to make--the omelets, and----" "Cut it out!" yelled Frank. "Do you want us all to die of indigestion?" "Not much danger," put in Dick, with a grim laugh. "But let's take a vote on what to do. Where shall we spend the night?" "At a moving picture show, or a comic opera," said Tim Muldoon, with a laugh. "That's right, jolly us up a bit," cried Dick. "We need it. But it's going to be serious enough later on." "Pardon, senors," spoke the young Cuban, "but of the food which the kidnappers left me there is still a considerable quantity left, and the few days I was alone here I made a sort of shelter on the other side of the island. If we hasten we can get to it before dark, and spend the night there. It is better than on this side of the island." "Fine!" cried Dick. "Why didn't you say something about that before, Pedro?" "I did not like to interrupt the senors," was the lad's gentle answer. "But the food is not very choice, and there is not much of it." "It'll have to do," declared the wealthy lad. "Come on, fellows, for a walk over the hill to the other shore. We'll make-believe we're on a practice march, Paul and Beeby." "Sure," agreed the fat cadet, "only let it be more practice than march, if you please, for my feet are sore." They started off, retracing their course in the same direction as when they had looked for the kidnapped lad. Dick led the way, with Grit coursing along at his heels, while Widdy carried Gritty, the puppy, whose short legs got tangled up in the underbrush. They reached the other shore just as dusk fell, and there saw a mass of leaves and branches which the Spanish lad had piled into a rude sort of shelter. He showed them where he had stored the canned stuff which his captors had left for him. "Why, that isn't so bad," announced Dick, as he saw the food supply.