"Have your breakfast any time you want it."
"Want it now."
"All right," said the captain, who was sculling, and he headed the dingy for shore, where it struck on a reef at the mouth of a stream.
"Now, if you boys will rustle some wood I'll have your breakfast ready."
"I don't see anything to eat round here," said Dick.
"How would an oyster roast strike you?" asked the captain.
"My, but wouldn't an oyster taste good? Do you s'pose there is one within ten miles?"
Johnny laughed and said:
"What you standin' on? Must be a hundred barrels on 'em."
Dick looked down and was amazed to see that the whole reef was composed of oysters—oysters of all sizes, oysters single, in small bunches and in great masses.