That made Barty feel just a little uncomfortable.
"Pirates are almost as bad as cannibals, aren't they?" he said.
"Sometimes worse," said the Good Wolf, "though of course it depends upon the kind of pirates."
Man Saturday was not looking out from under his hand any more; he was running quickly across the beach to the cliff. When he got there he began to climb up the face of it. Only a monkey could have done it. He caught hold of tiny bushes and twigs and clumps of green things and pulled himself up like lightning. In a few minutes he was as high as the cave and he stood on the ledge and looked out from there, shading his eyes again with his black paw.
"He can see round the point from there," said the Good Wolf.
"Do you feel at all nervous?" asked Barty.
"I had a good night's sleep and I have had an excellent breakfast," the Good Wolf said, "and I am prepared for almost anything—but Pirates and Cannibals are known to be very disagreeable."
"But they are adventures, if they don't catch you," said Barty, cheering himself up.
"They are adventures if they do catch you," answered the Good Wolf.
"The Best Adventure is finding out how to get away," said Barty.