"Only roundabout stories of their industry. Apparently the sugar merchant is making big experiments. He has set half the people digging roots for him. Be ready to sail at dawn."
"Will it be a dangerous trip?" asked the girl.
"No. Why?" smiled Sanders.
"Because I'd like to go. Oh, please, don't look so glum! Bones is awfully good to me."
"Better than a jolly old brother," murmured Bones.
"H'm!" Sanders shook his head, and she appealed to her brother.
"Please!"
"I wouldn't mind your going," said Hamilton, "if only to look after Bones."
"S-sh!" said Bones reproachfully.
"If you're keen on it, I don't see why you shouldn't—if you had a chaperon."