“Pooh!” Fritz answered. “Haven’t we got legs? You’ll see, captain! Before mid-day to-morrow we shall have real meat instead of that turtle stuff.”
“We must not abuse the turtles, Fritz,” said Jenny, “if only out of gratitude.”
“You are quite right, wife, but let us be off! Bob doesn’t want to stay here any longer; do you, Bob?”
“No, no,” the child replied; “not if papa and mama are coming too.”
“And to think,” said the boatswain slily, “to think that down there, in the south, we have got a beautiful beach where turtles and mussels swarm—and a beautiful cave where there are provisions for several weeks—and in that cave a beautiful bed of sea-weed—and we are going to leave all that for——”
“We will come back for our treasures by and by!” Fritz promised.
“But still——” John Block persisted.
“Oh, shut up, you wretched fellow!” Captain Gould ordered, laughing.
“I’ll shut up, captain; there are only two words more I should like to say.”
“What are they?”