XXIX
TOM FINDS THINGS
As soon as the visitor disappeared through a tangled growth of bushes, Larry began marking out the duties of the day.
“First of all we must make ourselves comfortable,” he said, as if reflecting.
“That means a bush shelter of some sort,” interrupted Tom.
“No, it doesn’t either,” Larry answered, in a tone of playfulness like Tom’s own.
“What does it mean, then?”
“It means a shelter—not ‘of some sort’ as you say, but of a good sort. The wind blows hard here sometimes as the place is so exposed to a broad passage leading to the sea outside. So we must build something that isn’t easily carried away by a squall.”