Then, all of a sudden, Sue thought of something.
"Oh, Bunny!" she cried. "Do you s'pose it could be him?"
"Be who?"
"Robinson Crusoe's man Friday. Here on the island, you know. Maybe he
heard we were here, and came to help us catch fish, or make a fire. Oh,
Bunny, if it should be Mr. Friday!"
"Pooh! It couldn't be," said Bunny. "Mr. Friday was only make-believe,
and we were only pretending, anyhow. It couldn't be!"
"No, I 'spose not," and Sue sighed. "Anyhow, it's somebody, and they
know us, and I'm glad!"
Bunny was also glad, and a few seconds later, while the dog kept on
barking, and running here and there, Bunny and Sue raw, coming around
the end of the island, a boat, and in it was Jed Winkler, the old sailor
who owned Wango, the monkey. Only, of course, the old sailor did not
have the monkey with him this time.
"Bunny! Sue! Oh, there you are!" called Mr. Winkler as he saw the two
children.
"Oh, Mr. Winkler!" cried Bunny. "We're so glad to see you!"
"Yes, and I guess your folks will be glad to see YOU!" answered the old
sailor.
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