"Now make a mark at the very place you want a hole drilled."
Quambo did as he was told. Fred picked up a loaded rifle, and in less than a second the hole was made.
Quambo laughed at this till the woods rang again, and Bob ran off to the woods expecting that there must be game of some kind to retrieve.
The making of doors and shutters for the openings that had to do duty as windows required considerable time, and an expenditure of skill also; but these were finished at last. Instead of being hinged on, they were made to slide backwards and forwards, and this also was Fred's idea.
There were no fire places, but ventilators; for it would be always best to do all the cooking out of doors.
At long last the cottage was finished, and when the slanting roof was thatched with leaves of the pandanus—some of these being six feet in length—very neat and wholly rustic it looked.
Table and seats were next made. These were rough enough in all conscience, but they suited very well indeed.
"I think," said Frank, "the front of the cottage looks rather plain and squatter-like."
"Well," said Fred, "let us build a porch, and plant wild climbing flowers from the forest around it."
So this was done.