'And there we'll plant our ensign!'
'What shall we do for a flag? We haven't got the Britisher here!'
'No; it must be the flag of the SSSS's.'
'That ought to be a bit of bare skin.'
'No, no—a pair of feet—motto, "Off, vile lendings!"'
'I say, I don't think you can get any farther,' interposed Somerville. 'I've been on four rocks farther, and I'm sure you will never get back again if you go on.'
'Oh, that's base! I'm sure this one isn't so hard.'
She was creeping along a ledge, holding the sea-weed with one hand and Lance by the other.
'I really don't think it passable,' he said; 'there's scarcely the width of one's foot beyond.'
'Hurrah!' shouted Frank. 'Here's the father of all the Daisianas!'