They set off along Inner Beach, pausing every minute or so while Roy made marks on the tablet.
“Of course,” he explained, apologetically, “this will be only a rough map, you know.” Chub sniffed but forebore to make any comment.
At Round Head, the big rock at the farther end of the beach, they sat down in the sunlight for awhile and allowed Roy to puzzle over his map. Then they followed the little well-worn path which skirts the shore under the trees past Turtle Cove, Turtle Point, and Round Harbor. This brought them to the upper end of the island where it terminates in a rocky point that breasts the water like the prow of a battle-ship. Roy originated the simile, and Chub remarked that it wasn’t the bow of a ship but the stern, and that the two little islets lying beyond were the battle-ship’s tenders in tow.
“We’re getting quite—quite poetical,” said Dick. “What’s the name of this point, Roy?”
Roy shook his head and looked questioningly at Chub.
“Don’t believe it has any name,” said the latter. “We’ve always called it just ‘the other end,’ or something like that.”
“Oh, let’s name it!” cried Harry.
“Point Torohadik,” Roy suggested.
“Point Harriet,” Chub corrected. Harry clapped her hands.
“Couldn’t we call it that?” she asked eagerly.