“Have you kids got a document case you got aboard the Porpoise?” says Mr. Dunn.
“Why?” says Catty.
“Because,” says Mr. Dunn, “if you have, it’ll be worth money to you to give it back.”
“How much money?”
“Oh,” says Mr. Dunn careless-like, “twenty-five dollars.”
“H’m, ... if we had it—which we’re not saying, twenty-five dollars doesn’t look like enough to support a large family on,” says Catty.
“Anyhow,” says I, “twenty-five dollars wouldn’t be any good to anybody—not tied up in this tent. You can’t spend a penny here.”
“That’s sense,” says Mr. Dunn. “The first thing is to get out of here. Hear that, Mr. Hero? Now get busy heroing.”
“In daylight?” says Catty, kind of pitying. “However do you think I could rescue you in daylight?”
“These ropes are ’most cutting my wrists off,” says I.