“Don’t mention it!” exclaimed Dustan. “You make me nervous.”
There were cedars and small trees on the island, but Frank began to doubt if they would be able to find what they wanted. They climbed to the crest of the island, where they found themselves amid the thick cedars.
“A fellow might get turned round here so he wouldn’t know how to find his way back to the launch,” said Hodge.
“All he’d have to do would be to circle the island,” assured Frank. “He’d be sure to find it.”
As they were not provided with an ax, they were not able to cut anything to serve for bumpers.
Suddenly, Frank’s hand touched Bart’s wrist, and he whispered:
“Listen!”
They stood still in their tracks, listening intently for some moments. All was still, save for the breaking of the swell against the southern end of the island.
“What was it?” asked Bart.
“I fancied I heard voices.”