But George only sniffed at the idea.
“Rats!” he exclaimed. “There you go just as usual, magnifying the danger, Josh. As for me, I’m going to stick like glue to this old Wireless. Just see me deserting her because a little squall chances to blow up. Get ashore if you feel like it. And you too, Buster; only remember, if we should be blown miles away, you two fellows would be apt to starve to death in this lonely region.”
“That settles it,” said Nick, immediately.
If there was any chance of his starving, he stood ready to accept all sorts of perils rather than face that possibility. And doubtless George knew all this when he put the case so strenuously.
Josh too decided that he did not want to go ashore. If the others could stand the danger, he would too.
“It may not be so bad for us, fellows,” observed Jack. “Because, if you look up, you’ll see that the clouds are coming from the land side. And every bang of thunder up to now has been from that direction too. The storm this time doesn’t mean to cross the lake, and hit this shore. And unless it changes around, we’ll be protected from it by these very rocks we feared so much!”
“Bully! bully! Good for you, Jack!” cried Nick, as if greatly relieved. “I’m feeling so much better I almost believe my lost appetite is returning.”
“Well, it’s so, ain’t it?” demanded the other.
“Sure it is,” echoed Jimmie, with delight in his voice.