"Well, then, come on," replied Meg, finally. "I don't care if he likes it or not. 'Taint a very nice place though."
"Never mind. We can't find any worse or more dangerous places than we have already gone through."
Meg picked her way along one bank of the island for nearly a quarter of a mile. Jack and Mont followed closely.
The ground was covered with a rank growth of reeds and rushes, and in many places was damp and slippery.
At last they reached a deep cave that ran directly between a cluster of twisted and bending willows. The spot was at the upper end of the island, and in full view of the falls.
Here, half hidden by the tall, undergrowth, rested the hull of a dismantled yacht, bearing upon her weather-beaten stern the half-obliterated name:
"KITTY."
CHAPTER XVI.
ON BOARD THE "KITTY"
"Hello!" exclaimed Jack, in astonishment. "I never knew such large craft came here."