"Oh, wow!" howled the fat boy.
Chunky's face was streaked with black muck and his pajamas looked as if they had been dyed black.
"Oh, wow! Somebody pushed me! You did it on purpose."
"Oh, keep still," rebuked Ned. "Don't you see what has happened?"
"We've moved. Why didn't you wake me up before you moved the camp? What lake is this?"
"You evidently haven't got your eyes open yet, Chunky," answered Tad with a laugh. "Don't you see, we are marooned?"
"Why, so we are," cried Ned Rector.
"Surrounded by water?" exclaimed the Professor.
"Yes, that's the definition of an island," nodded Ned. "Entirely surrounded by water."
"But—but, who shot? I heard a gun go off," insisted Walter.