“Oh, yes,” said Kenneth. “Of course there must be a captain, to tell everybody what to do.”
“You be captain, Kenneth,” said Rose, who admired her brother more than anything in the world. Kenneth brandished his sword and cried “Ho!” ferociously, as though he were indeed a pirate chief.
“Tommy is the biggest,” said Susan jealously.
“Yes, Tommy’s the biggest,” echoed Bill and Bob.
“Well, I know the Island pretty well,” said Tom. “I can sail a boat, too. I guess I’ll make a good pirate, though I never played the game before.”
“But the captain ought to know all about it,” said Kenneth uneasily. “You know you had never heard about pirates until I told you.”
“Well, I know now,” said Tommy, flushing; “so what’s the difference? Do you want to be everything?”
“No, I don’t!” retorted Kenneth. “Yesterday I let you be the Indian chief.”
“Yes, but you were Hawkeye, the famous hunter. That was just as good, wasn’t it?” answered Tom.
“Well, if any one else is the pirate chief, I shall not let him wear my sword,” declared Kenneth.