It
was a fine camp that Grandpa Martin made, and he knew just how to do
it right, even to digging little trenches, or ditches, around the
tents so the water would run off when it stormed.
"And now let's take a walk and see what we can find," suggested Ted to
Janet, when Mother Martin said they might play about until supper was
ready, for they had called the lunch they had eaten their dinner.
"Don't go too far," cautioned Mother Martin.
"Oh, we can't get lost on this island," said Ted. "All we'd have to
do, if we were, would be to walk along the shore until we came to this
camp."
"I know that. But it wasn't so much about your getting lost that I was
thinking," said Mrs. Martin.
"Oh, you mean--the tramps?" half whispered Janet.
"Well, I don't know whether there are any here or not," went on her
mother. "But it's best to be careful until grandpa has had a chance to
look about. Where is grandpa now?"
"He's getting some water at the spring," Ted answered.
There was a fine spring on Star Island, not far from the place where
the tents had been set up, and Mr. Martin was now bringing pails of
water from that and pouring them into a barrel which would hold so
much that even Trouble would have plenty to drink no matter how
thirsty he was.
"Well, don't go too far away until either grandpa or I have a chance
to go with you," added Mrs.
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