"'Tis a dotar,"[5] said Toby. "Now we has plenty to eat till the bay fastens over."
"The Lord is surely helping us!" declared Charley devoutly. "Just when I gave up all hope of ever getting away from this island you shot the owl, and now we've got the seal!"
"Let's thank the Lard," suggested Toby. "Dad says 'tis a fine thing to thank He for what He's givin' us, and tryin' to be doin' somethin' for He sometimes, and not be always just askin' He for somethin' and takin' what He's givin' us without ever lettin' He know how much we likes un."
"You thank Him, Toby. I don't know just how to do it," admitted Charley. "Dad never says blessing or gives thanks at the table the way your father does."
"I'll thank He," agreed Toby. "We'll be gettin' on our knees."
The two boys knelt.
"Lard, Charley and I be wonderful thankful for the owl and the swile You sends us. And we'll be tryin' to think o' things to do for You, and we has a chanst. Amen."
"That makes me feel better," Charley confessed. "Now what shall we do with the seal?"
"I'll be gettin' a rope, and we'll haul he over to camp."
"I'll stay here and watch it till you come back," Charley volunteered.