“I should rather he would tell us, and then go on our own hook; and we’ll do it, Charlie.”
They reached the island about eight o’clock in the evening, with all their treasures, fatigued, but happy, having enjoyed themselves to the top of their bent, and with enough to think and talk about to last them half the winter.
CHAPTER XXI.
THE BOYS AND THE WIDOW.
Monday morning Charlie went over with the boys to the main land.
“I know the first thing I’ll have to do,” said John, as they neared the shore; “wash these fish and put them on the flakes.”
“We’ll help you,” said Charlie; “it’s a short job for all three of us; and you know we’ve promised to help Uncle Isaac dig potatoes one day, because he shot the arrow into the milk-pail; and to help him cut and haul some wood to Mrs. Yelf. Then these fish are to be taken to her.”
“I calculate to do my part of it,” replied John.
“So do I,” said Fred.
“I should like to know,” said Charlie, “when he wants us to come, before I go back. I am going over to see.”