“There’s a fine-looking island,” said Bert, pointing to where, over the tops of two or three smaller islands, a wooded knoll came into view, looking cool and shady.
“Yes, and there’s some sort of a house on it, too,” said Tom.
“May be just what we want,” said Chot. “Let’s go over there, anyway, and perhaps the occupant of the house can direct us to a good camping ground.”
“But let’s get an uninhabited island,” said Pod.
“Yes; let’s be Crusoes or nothing,” said Fleet. “Pod will make a good ‘man Friday.’”
“Hey, you, don’t start anything like that, or I’ll ram your old craft and send you to the bottom,” said Pod.
“Ram away,” replied Fleet.
He well knew which craft would be the first to capsize if Pod kept his word.
“Well, I’ll let you off this time,” said Pod.
“For which I am deeply grateful,” said Fleet, a slight tinge of sarcasm in his voice.