“Lying out in the sun this way. Doesn’t it feel good?”
“It couldn’t be better,” agreed Grant. “Isn’t this a lazy life?”
“It’s a good one, though,” said John. “Just think, we haven’t a thing to worry about. All we have to do is swim and sleep and lie around in the sun.”
“I should say we had plenty to worry about,” said Fred.
“Getting home, you mean?”
“Yes. We can’t stay here all our lives, you know.”
“Of course not,” John agreed. “We’ll be picked up some day though, sure. We can’t do anything in the meantime that will help us to leave here, so what’s the use in worrying about it? That’s the way I feel.”
“That’s all right, too,” exclaimed Fred. “Still, it’s a very strange thing that we don’t ever see any boats. We may be here for years.”
“What if we are? That doesn’t make anything to worry about either.”
“How about the treasure?” demanded Grant. “Doesn’t that worry you?”