"I thought I'd burst when you took one out of his nib's nose," Jack laughed. "He looked as though he believed he had a mint up in his head and had missed it all his life."
"Well, you were certainly lucky to get out of it so well," their uncle told him. "We must be more careful in the future if we land on any more of these islands."
"What do you suppose they would have done to us?" Bob asked.
"They'd probably have made soup out of you," Jack chuckled.
"And I suppose you think you'd have been better fried," Bob retorted.
"Well, I'm not fat enough to make good soup," Jack laughed.
"I doubt if either of you would have been served up for a meal," Mr. Lakewood broke in. "I hardly think any of these tribes are cannibals now, but it's more than likely that they would have killed you had you not escaped."
"They looked ugly enough to be cannibals or anything else for that matter," Jack declared.
As it was now not far from nightfall, it was decided to stay at anchor where they were until morning.
"But we'll have to keep a close watch all night," Captain Ole said. "Those fellows may be only a part of a large tribe and we don't want to be caught napping."