“Maybe,” says I, “Mr. House or Mr. Robbins—on board the Porpoise—will miss you and come to see what’s the matter.”
“Huh,” says Mr. Dunn.
“And maybe,” says I, “our party will miss us and start a search.”
“Hope not,” says Catty.
“Why?”
“Well, they’d just get into trouble, and besides, that’s not the way it’s done. We don’t want to be rescued, do we? I should say not. Pretty heroes we’d be, letting somebody get us out of a fix. Our job is to get other folks out of fixes.”
“Say,” says Mr. Dunn, “what do you think you’re talking about?”
Catty’s voice sounded kind of pitying as he answered.
“Wee-wee and I are the heroes of this adventure. You’re the victim, and it’s our business to rescue you by overcoming terrible obstacles. It would spoil the whole thing if somebody else stepped in and did it. What kind of an adventure would you call it where the hero isn’t the big man? Tell me that. Why, I never heard of such a thing! I’d never hold up my head again.”
“Er—do you mean you’re—enjoying this?”