"Now what'll we do, Sammy?" asked the little girl eagerly.
"We'll unpack our things first," said Sammy. "Then I'll rig up a fish-line. We'll have to catch fish to help out with the rest of the grub," added the practical youngster.
"But not with worms!" cried Dot, with a shudder. "If you bring any of those horrid, squirmy worms aboard this boat, I—I'll just go right home and not be pirates any more."
"Oh! All right," said the scornful Sammy, who found "female pirates" rather more trying than he had supposed. "I'll fish with grasshoppers."
"We-ell," agreed Dot. "Only don't let 'em jump on me. For if they do I'll scream—I know I shall, Sammy."
"Pooh! Pirates don't scream," growled the boy.
"Not—not even girl pirates?"
"No," said the boy doggedly. "'Taint the thing to do. We got to be real savage and—"
"Oh, but, Sammy!" gasped the little girl, "I couldn't be savage to a grasshopper."
However, they unpacked their provisions and arranged them on a board. Dot really could not keep her finger off that mellow peach.