"Yes, he will, but he will——"
"What! On that dock?"
"Yes, and I'll wait here."
"I wouldn't; at least, not too long," hazarded I.
"Where's that kag of salt pork and that bag of hard bread?" roared the Skipper. "Is the breaker ashore?"
"Looks hospitable, don't it?" said I.
She raised her eyes to the wooded heights above us, and then looked up along the coast.
"I see the other boat has landed."
I looked along the beach, and saw that the men were leaving the dinghy and were carrying some heavy weights high up on the beach. Cynthia seated herself upon a rock. She deposited the cage on one side and the worked bag on the other.
"Jones," said the Skipper, "I wish you'd keep the glass on those people out there while the men get the provisions up."