“We can see that. But what made her come here?”
“Why—nothing special, I guess. Just to see the island. Say, what’s the matter? Why do you bring us aboard here? I want to go back to the Albatross. Mr. Browning won’t like it.”
“That,” says Mr. Robbins, “is too bad.... Ever hear them speak about us?”
“Yes.”
“What did they say?”
“They said this looked like a good boat, only they thought she’d look better if she wasn’t painted black.”
“Huh,” says Mr. Robbins, and then nobody said anything for a while.
“Sure they never said anything else about us? Didn’t ever figure we were following them around?”
“Oh,” says Catty, “were you following us? What for?”
“Listen,” says Mr. House, and we all listened. It was a faint kind of a rumble. “Thunder,” says he. “Storm coming.”