"Hold on, Dave; I'll go too," said Joe, disposing hastily of a large piece of gingerbread. "One of you fellows tend my fish."
"All right! Eat it, too, if you want us."
Joe and David met John and Jerry coming rapidly down over the rocks.
"We heard an awful yelling, and thought we'd come and see what the matter was."
"We were calling Walt and Ned. We thought perhaps they had come up here. Have you seen anything of them?"
"No; they haven't been near us. Perhaps they've tumbled into the sea."
"Cheerful suggestion!" said Joe, shrugging his shoulders.
"They'd hardly be likely to do so without one yell at least; and both of them together would make a considerable noise. No; I suppose they are hiding somewhere to frighten us."
"What are you doing--fishing?"
"Yes; you see we are over here by ourselves--no teachers with us," said Joe.