"How would you feel yourself if you were stuck on that island without any means of getting off?"
"Huh?"
"Think it over. Those chaps might object to our landing there in the morning—and there's sure as many of them as there is of us."
"But we got a right there, haven't we?" demanded Midkiff, excitedly. "Can't we go to the authorities?"
"You don't mean that, Jawn," drawled Rex. "You wouldn't be a tattle-tale?"
"Aw——"
"We'll arbitrate, just as I said," chuckled Rex. "They'll be willing to concede several things—-perhaps—for the sake of getting these canoes back. Anyway, we'll wait and see."
"Oh!"
"Come on, now, and swim. The cat's just off yonder. Push along, Jawn."
"But I don't get you," sputtered his friend. "Why do you want to mix it up with these fellows at all?"