"Wh-w-w-w-w-wherever that mar-mar-may be," stuttered Ding-dong, with a grin.
"It's where folks talk straight," parried Joe, which brought a laugh both from the good-natured Ding-dong and from Nat, who was at the oars.
"Say, let's take a look at that great mass of creepers and stuff that hangs over the cliff-face," said Joe suddenly.
The others were nothing loathe.
"But we promised Captain Akers that we would not land," reminded the dutiful Joe.
"Well, this won't be landing," temporized Nat, who was fairly carried away with a desire to examine this South Sea fairyland.
"That's so," agreed Joe; "well, row ahead and put us alongside yon waterfall of fruits and flowers."
"My, but you are per-per-poetical," snorted Ding-dong.
"This place would make a goat poetical," retorted the other, as Nat, with some powerful strokes, sent them flying over the still, lake-like surface of the water, which reflected the cliff in every detail, and into whose depths they could see quite clearly. Below them myriads of bright colored fish sported and swam amid seaweed of fantastic form and hue.
All this could be seen as if they were gazing into a cool, green mirror.