“You mean a good standing still play,” I said; “the trouble with this hike is there isn’t any action in it.”
“You mean there isn’t any food in it,” Pee-wee piped up.
“Don’t you care,” I told him, “there’s a desert island. What more do you want? And we’ve got plenty of food only we can’t cook it. That’s better than being able to cook it and not having any. We should worry.”
CHAPTER XIV
WE SEE A SAIL
Now after that last chapter are supposed to come about ten chapters where we don’t do anything except just be hungry. But believe me, that’s enough. We just sat there swinging our legs from the railing of that desert island, scanning the horizon for a sail.
I said, “I wonder if there’s any treasure buried on this desert island. Maybe Captain Kidd secreted some Liberty Bonds here; maybe he hid some bars of gold.”
“I wish he had left some bars of chocolate here,” Warde said.
“Or some small change, chicken feed, or anything we could eat,” Garry put in. “I’d be glad to eat a bale of hay or shredded wheat or a whisk-broom or anything else like that.”
“They’re just about getting ready to cook supper at Temple Camp now,” Warde said; “Chocolate Drop[*] is just about beginning to peel potatoes. Pretty soon he’ll be stirring up batter for cookies. I think they’re going to have strawberry jam and crullers to-night and—and cheese and—lemon pie. They’ll be having baked beans to-night, too, on account of it being Saturday. Oh boy, I can just see that nice slice of brown pork on top——”
“Will you keep still!” Pee-wee screamed.