The young pirates could have testified to the fear the poor pig felt as shown by his wildness and squeals that day on the Zeus, but it would not have helped the still weakened man to hear that story so nothing was told him about the rescue.
The Islanders stood watching the happy owner strap the new crate on the back of the buckboard he had hired, and when he drove way, turning now and then to wave to the children, they sighed.
“Say, do you know what?” exclaimed Billy, suddenly.
“No, what?” demanded the others.
“Of all the adventures we’ve had at Sunset Island this summer, I’m not so sure but that saving Pico for this lonely man isn’t the deed to be recorded in our Tally as being of the most value and importance!”
And every one seconded Billy’s heartfelt motion.
The last days on Sunset Island came all too soon and after such a wonderful summer of freedom and pleasures, the spectre of school-lessons looming up with the limitations of city-life, created a zeal to crowd in all possible sport.
As they all sailed for the last time over the bay to the Camp-Ground landing where they expected to take the steamer, the three younger boys thought with regret that they might have accomplished more than they really had, but Wita-tonkan felt the glow of satisfaction that he had realised one of his ambitions of life—that of being crowned the Sagamore of Sunset Island.
EVERY BOY’S LIBRARY
BOY SCOUT EDITION