“We’ll be careful. We were over the island with Aunt Belle this morning and I noticed the other end hasn’t much good landing space. Too many trees and shrubs, except one hill that’s kind of bare, but it isn’t very big and it looks steep,” Bob explained.
“Your aunt certainly did enjoy her ride,” the man smiled.
“Don’t we know it! We knew she would, but she was scared blue when we started—said it was like going to have a tooth drawn.” By that time they were at home and after supper they took a stroll along the rocky beach.
“Got something on your mind besides your cap?” Bob asked his buddy.
“Yes, hair.”
“The rest is vacant space—” Bob dodged a stone that his step-brother threw at him.
“No it isn’t, you nut. Keep away from those trees or a squirrel will mistake you for a part of his supper,” Jim retorted. They walked on a way in silence, then they came to a huge boulder, where the older boy sat down.
“I say, what are you thinking about? I never saw you still so long except when you’re in Her Highness and her voice keeps you quiet.”
“How did you like Hezzy?” Jim asked.
“Oh, he wasn’t so bad when we were properly introduced. Guess if we had just lost two hundred turkeys we’d have been out with shot guns too. We’d have fired them first and sent apologies to the family afterwards. What do you think of him?”