“Marooned?” was the wondering rejoiner.
“Yes. Just as though we had been put ashore here by a crew of mutineers and deserted—a pair of Robinson Crusoesses!”
“Your English—”
“Bother my English!”
“It would surely bother Mrs. Tellingham—if she could hear it, poor dear.”
“Now, don’t sidetrack me,” remarked Helen. “Don’t you see we are cast away on this desert isle with no means of getting back to the camp unless we swim?”
“Willie will be after us.”
“But, will ’e?” asked the roguish Helen, punning on the boatman’s name.
“Do be sensible—”
“Even good sense will not rescue us,” interrupted Helen. “I’d like to get back to camp and hear all the exciting details. Totantora certainly can say less in a few moments than any person I ever saw. And Wonota is not much better.”