"Give it up," returned the other, turning his back on the strange cabin with its green roof and lichen-covered walls.
"Which way now?" asked Steve, evidently pleased that they were going to make a move of any sort; for inaction galled him always.
"Back to camp?" queried Bandy-legs, hopefully; because he believed that was the one comfortable spot on all that island, and regretted ever having left it; though they could never have tempted him to remain in camp alone; not on that island with the evil name, at any rate.
"Well, after starting out, we ought to poke around a little farther than we've done this far, I should think," Max replied; "still, I'm ready to do whatever the majority say; three against two has always been our rule. How about it, boys?"
"G-g-go on!" exclaimed Toby, promptly.
"Same here," from Steve.
"Count me in," came from Owen, smilingly; for whatever Max thought right, his cousin could usually be depended on to back up.
"And I move we make it unanimous; because I don't just like being the only one on the other side," Bandy-legs ended up with.
"That settles it, then; so come along, and we'll keep on to the upper end of the island," Max suggested, leading off, gun in hand.
"Oh, wait, I've forgotten something!" cried Bandy-legs, running back.