DISCUSSION OF PLANS--DOUBTS--DIFFERENCES OF OPINION--WHAT WAS AGREED UPON--BAKING A TURKEY WITHOUT AN OVEN--FLYING SIGNAL
"Really this is a fine country!" said Robert, referring, with the air of a feasted epicure, to the abundant marooning dinner from which he had risen. "Wild turkey, squirrel, and oysters! I doubt whether our old friend Robinson Crusoe himself fared better than we."
"It is a fine place indeed," Harold replied; "and so long as our powder and shot last, we might live like princes. But, Robert," he continued, "it is time that we begin to determine our plan of operations. What shall we do?"
"Do!" echoed Robert, "why return home as soon as possible. What else have we to do?"
"To determine how we are to return and in what direction."
"Then I say," Robert replied, "the same way that we came, only a little nearer shore."
"But who can tell me the course?" Harold asked.
"Yonder," replied Frank, pointing to the sea.
"No, buddy," said Robert, "that is only our last course; we came in from sea. Home is yonder," pointing nearly north.
"Now, I think you are both wrong," said Harold, "for according to my judgment home is yonder," pointing nearly east. "At least, I recollect that when I was working at the chain the sun was behind us, for my shadow fell in the water, and I do not recollect that we have changed our course since. So far as I know we started west, and kept west."