“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.  “They’ve been looking all over for you, and only a little while ago I noticed that your boat was gone.  I thought maybe you had gone on a voyage down the river, so I said I’d come down and look, as far as the island, anyhow.  And here you are!

“I wonder what you’ll do next?  But there’s no telling, I reckon.  What have you been doing, anyhow, and whose dog is that?”

“He’s mine,” said Sue quickly.  “He pulled me out of the water.”

“He’s half mine, too,” said Bunny.  “I saw him before you did, Sue.  You couldn’t see him ’cause your head was under the water,” he went on, “and when a feller sees a dog first, half of it is his, anyhow; isn’t it, Mr. Winkler?”

“Oh, you may have half of him,” agreed Sue kindly.  “Do you want the head half, or the tail hall, Bunny?”

“Well,” said Bunny slowly, “I like the tail end, ’cause that wags when he’s happy, but I like the head end too, because that barks, and he can wash our hands with his tongue.”

Bunny did not seem to know which half of the dog to take.  Then a new idea came to him.

“I’ll tell you what we can do, Sue!” he exclaimed.  “We can divide him down the middle the other way.  Then you’ll have half his head end, and half his tail end, and so will I.”

“Oh, yes!” Sue agreed, “and we can take turns feeding him.”

“Say, I never see two such youngsters as you!” declared the old sailor, laughing.  “What happened to you, anyhow?”

“Well, we didn’t mean to go off in the boat, but we did,” Bunny explained.  “Then we got wrecked on this island, just like Robinson Crusoe did.”

“Only we didn’t find Mr. Friday,” put in Sue.

“But we found a cave—­a make-believe one,” Bunny said quickly.

“And I fell in, but we didn’t get any fish,” added the sister.

“And the dog did pull her out, and we’re going to keep him,” went on Bunny.  “And will you take us home, Mr. Winkler?  ’Cause we’re hungry, and maybe our dog is, too, and it’s getting dark, and we couldn’t make our boat go, even if we did hitch the dog up to it.”