"You mean it?"
"Of course I do."
Satisfied with this promise, Harry let go the pole, much to the relief of Hibbert. The rest of the voyage was passed without further dispute, and in a little while they reached the plantation in safety. Having secured the raft, they made their way into the thicket. Hibbert timorously inquired where they were going.
"We told you we were out for adventures," explained Plunger. "Harry and me are Crusoes—twins, you see."
Hibbert nodded assent, but he could not help thinking that he had never seen twins who were so utterly unlike each other as the two before him.
"You're to be Friday, Camel."
"Friday—yes," Hibbert feebly assented. "Wha—what's he to do?"
"He's got to discover us—the twin Crusoes."
Hibbert thought that to balance things there ought to be a twin Friday, but he only repeated, "Twin Crusoes—yes." As he did so, he thought he heard a rustling among the bushes, as though some wild beast were crawling amongst them. He looked round with a shiver, but saw nothing. Plunger and Harry, too intent on their enterprise to hear anything, had been groping about in the thicket for something they had hidden there. Presently Plunger cried, "Got it!"
He drew out a brown-paper parcel from its hiding-place as he spoke, while Harry explained as he did so: