“Yes. But I’m afraid he’ll never find either,” said Mr. Brown. The children were playing about on the sand, now and then tossing stones and shells into the water, when they saw their father looking at a tall, straight palm tree which grew near the shore. He went into the hut where they had slept and came out with a piece of canvas—a small end of the tarpaulin that had been put over the leaky hut.