So we all snuggled against the post, and talked in whispers.
“You’re the general,” says Mr. Dunn. “So far, you’ve done fine. What next?”
“Listen, Mr. Dunn,” says Catty, “if I get you out of here, will you promise to quit interfering with the Albatross party and let us have the treasure?”
“Certainly not,” says Mr. Dunn.
“I was afraid you’d say that, but I had to ask. Well, I can’t leave you here a prisoner to these mutineers—enemy or no enemy. I’ve got to rescue you. We’ll take measures about the treasure when you’re free.”
“Rescue me. What about rescuing yourself?”
“Oh,” says Catty, “I’m rescued now. As far as I’m concerned, all I’ve got to do is crawl under the back of the tent and go. But you’re different.”
“Some,” says Mr. Dunn.
“Of course I can get away and go for help—but that wouldn’t be the way to do it. It would spoil things. No, I’ve got to rescue the whole kit and b’ilin’ of you.”
He began to crawl over to the tent wall farthest away from the opening.