“Of course. Let’s see: Tahiti?” said Mark. “Loo-choo?”
“Celebes?”
“Carribbees?”
“Cyclades? But those are a lot of islands, aren’t they?”
“Formosa is a good name,” said Bevis. “It sounds right. But I don’t know where it is—it’s somewhere.”
“Don’t matter—call it New Formosa.”
“Capital,” said Bevis. “The very thing; there’s New Zealand and New Guinea. Right. It’s New Formosa.”
“Or the Land of Magic.”
“New Formosa or the Magic Land,” said Bevis. “I’ll write it down on the map we made when we get home.”
“Here’s the place,” said Mark. “This is where the cave ought to be,” pointing at a spot where the sandy cliff rose nearly perpendicular; “and then we ought to have a hut over it.”