“I tell you what,” cried Perry; “I’ll ask my father to ask yours to let you go with us.”
“You will?” cried Cyril, making a rush.
“Mind! we shall have the boat over.”
It was a narrow escape, but by sitting down they made the boat right itself.
“Yes, I’ll ask him to. I say, though, it isn’t so dangerous as you say, is it?”
“They say it is, particularly if you are going to hunt for the gold the Indians have buried.”
“But I don’t know that we are. Would you go, even if it is so dangerous.”
“Of course I would,” cried Cyril excitedly. “I do so want a change. Ahoy! Hurray! Dinner!”
“Eh? Where?” cried Perry.
“Look. Father’s hoisting the flag.”