"What?"
"There is another island off here to the northward, just as far as you can see. We may wish to go there, and the boat would be wanted then."
"Noddy, perhaps there are savages on those islands, who will kill us if we go on shore."
"Two can play at that game," replied Noddy, in his confident tone.
"What could a boy like you do against a mob of Indians?"
"There are two or three pistols in the cabin, and I think I know how to use them; at any rate I shall not be butchered, nor let you be, without showing them what I am made of," answered Noddy, as he rose from the planks, and turned his attention once more to the moving of the boat.
"You wouldn't shoot them—would you?"
"Not if I could help it. I shouldn't want to shoot them; and I won't do it, if they behave themselves. But I must go to work on the boat now."
"Let me help you, Noddy, I am real strong, and I can do a great deal."
"I will tell you when you can help me, Mollie, for I may need a little assistance."