"Suppose we change our quarters?"
"Where shall we go?"
"To Pine Island. It is about seven miles from here, or nine miles and a half from Parkville," I answered.
"What shall we gain by moving?" asked Vallington, deeply interested in my proposition.
"Several things. We are now six miles from Cannondale, where we must procure our provisions, while Pine Island is less than three."
"That's a decided advantage, if we are to be starved out," added the commissary.
"It is so far from Parkville that our movements could not be observed from the shore," I continued. "And Pine Island is at least four times as large as Cleaver Island, which would make it four times as difficult to blockade."
"Pine Island! Pine Island!" shouted the rebels, in concert, as they began to perceive the advantages of the proposed location.
"If the fellows don't object to working a part or the whole of the night, we might be in our new quarters before morning; and if we keep a good lookout, we may stay there two or three days before Mr. Parasyte finds out where we are."
"Pine Island! Pine Island!" was the chorus which came from the throng of boys, all of whom had gathered near the bluff.