“Stingy!” said Susan.
“I’ll whittle a better one!” Tom cried triumphantly.
“I’m going home,” said Susan. “I shan’t play unless Tom is the chief.”
“Go along, then!” said Rose, pouting.
Little Jane began to cry. Bill and Bob doubled up their fists and looked very fierce.
“Oh, don’t let us quarrel!” said Mary, in distress. And, indeed, it looked as though there was to be trouble in Beech House.
“Let’s go home, Mary,” said Tom sullenly. “We aren’t wanted here any longer.”
Kenneth stood with arms folded, kicking the grass sulkily. Suddenly there came a tremendous blow on the horn,—so loud that everybody jumped, and Rose whispered in blood-curdling tones the awful word “Pirates!” But Kenneth soon remembered who he was, and that Robinson Crusoe was never afraid of anything, not even of cannibals.
“What ho!” he called bravely. “What stranger seeks entrance to my house?” and he strode to the door brandishing his sword. Suddenly he gave a whoop of joy.
“Charlie!” he cried. “Charlie Carroll! Where did you come from?”