“An uninhabited island I ’spect,” said William.
“Or an island inhabited by wild savages,” said Ginger.
The boat was pushed gently on to land by the incoming tide.
Ginger and William disembarked.
“I don’t care where we are,” said Ginger firmly, “but I’m goin’to stop here all my life. I’m not goin’ in that ole boat again.”
A faint colour had returned to his cheeks.
“You can’t stop on an uninhabited island all your life,” said William aggressively, “you’ll have to go away. You needn’t go an’ eat dead crabs jus’ before you start, but you can’t live on an uninhabited island all your life.”
“Oh, do shut up talkin’ about dead crabs,” said Ginger.
“Here’s a hole in a hedge,” called William. “Let’s creep through and see what there is the other side. Creep, mind, an’ don’ breathe. It’ll prob’ly be wild savages or cannibals or something.”
They crept through the hedge.