There were still some rough rocks to climb, and these they had to
ascend by means of some vines that grew handy.
"What a magnificent view!" cried Dick.
It certainly was magnificent. Looking back in the direction they had
come they could see the Pacific Ocean, glittering in the bright
sun-light and stretching miles and miles out of sight.
The island they were on looked to be about half a mile in diameter.
Northward, eastward, and westward was the ocean, but to the southward
was a circlet of six islands, having a stretch of calm water between
them. Between some of the islands the water was very shallow, while
elsewhere it looked deep.
"Seven islands in all," said old Jerry. "And not a sign of a house
or hut anywhere."
"We are the Crusoes of Seven Islands," said Dick. "But do you really
believe they are uninhabited?"
"Do ye see any signs of life, lad?"
"I must say I do not. It's queer, too, for I rather imagined one at
least of the other boats had reached this place."
"I thought the same. But it looks now as if they all went to Davy
Jones's locker, eh?"
"It certainly does look that way."
From the top of the hill they took a careful survey of the situation.
The elevation was in the very center of the island. Down toward the
other islands the slope was more abrupt than it was in the direction
from which they had come.
"We can take a look at those other islands later on," said old Jerry.
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