"That is all the fun of it."
"But the fun won't last long at that rate."
"We must fire them all before the Bunkers get here, or they will take them away from us."
And before the half-hour which Charles had given them to reach the island had expired, their stock was entirely gone, their ammunition exhausted, their noisy patriotism evaporated, and they seated themselves on the grass to watch the approaching raft.
It had been a long and difficult passage, but at last the Bunkers landed.
"Hello, Tony," said Tim, as he leaped ashore; "what are you doing here?"
"Been firing crackers," replied Tony.
"Got any more?"
"I haven't."
"Who has?"