“Den I’ll fire it dis way,” replied the homeless youth, and swung the weapon as if to heave it away.
An hour passed, during which the boys laid their plans for a camp and talked over what they would do.
“I hope we have good hunting and fishing,” said Jerry.
“So do I,” returned Harry. “And I likewise hope we find the hermit, if there really is such a creature.”
“Maybe he won’t want us on his island,” put in Blumpo. “He may be an ugly feller.”
“We’ll risk it, Blumpo.”
“I ain’t in fer stirrin’ up no hornets’ nest,” went on the homeless youth. “I jess like ter lay around an’ take it easy under de trees—a-listening to—”
“‘The tumble bugs tumbling around,’ as the song says,” laughed Jerry. “Blumpo, you must get more ambition in you. Come, row up lively. It’s a good long distance to the island, and we must make it before sundown.”
All three braced up, and the big boat went forward at an increased rate of speed.
“Hullo!” cried Harry, presently. “Jerry, doesn’t that look like Si Peters’ yacht?”