He took off his flannel jacket, folded it, and laid it in the bottom of the boat, but looked up directly.
“Ye’ve got a bit o’ sail,” he said, “and there’s a nice wind. Where are you going first?”
Mary looked at her brother, and Abel glanced at Bart.
“Ye haven’t made up yer minds,” said Dinny, “so look here. About twenty miles out yander to the west there’s a bit of an island where the overseer and two officers wint one day to shute wild pig and birds, and I went wid ’em. Why not go there till ye make up yer minds? It’s a moighty purty place, and ye’re not overlooked by the neighbours’ cabins, for there’s nobody lives there at all, at all, and we can have it our own way.”
“Wild pig there?” said Abel, eagerly.
“Bedad, yis, sor; nice swate bacon running about on four legs all over the place, and fruit on the trees, and fish in the say for the catching. Oh, an’ it’s a moighty purty little estate!”
“And how could we find it?” cried Mary.
“By jist setting a sail, and kaping about four miles from the shore till ye see it lying like a bit o’ cloud off to the south. Sure, and we could hang our hammocks there before night, and the mushket here all ready to shoot a pig.”
“Yes,” said Mary, in response to a glance from her brother.
“Then I’ll hoist the sail,” said Bart.