"Why, we'll be--we'll be blown over."
"You don't know the real danger, Kep. She won't simply heel over on her beam ends; she will go clean and clear over this cliff where the tidal wave drydocked her so neatly, and ten to one we will never get out again. We should be buried alive."
"Oh, I should hate being buried alive. Couldn't we find a cave somewhere among the cliffs here, and shift our camp, in case of an accident."
"But," said Adolph, "I have found one already. Yesterday, when you were fishing from a boulder; only, you know----"
"What, only?"
"There will be the snakes to contend with."
"Yes; that is it, and they're thicker than the rock-rabbits. Do you think," he added, "I could lure them away somewhere with my little flute, and murder them?"
"Well, you might try; only don't let them get too familiar with you, else they'll follow you everywhere, and get into your bed at night."
"We can do our best, anyhow, Adolph. A fire in the cave to begin with would start them. Whatever men dare they can do. And there is nothing charms these snakes like Wagner."
"Umph! Wagner never charmed me, Kep."