And fiddle a little an’ foot it a little
As bravely as we can!
As bravely as we can! Yaho-o!”
CHAPTER IX
WOOD GATHERERS AMONG THE DUNES
“Hullo! Maidens, have all the braves gone hunting?” Thus boomed Menokigábo, known before he entered upon this Sugarloaf life of glamor at the beck of a dozen Camp Fire Girls as Captain Andy and at the rooms of the Master Mariners’ Association as Captain Andrew Davis. “All the braves gone a-hunting, eh?”
“No braves around this camp except you, Capt’n Andy!” One or two of the answering voices sounded the least trifle disconsolate—or wistful.
So far as supplying the male element went, Captain Andy was massive, but not a mass!
His admiration, however, of the sunset picture upon the beach before him could hardly have been outdone by any male mass, juvenile or adult.
“My! but you Camp Fire Girls do make the world look ‘gallus,’” he burst forth in seaman’s phraseology.