“How do you suppose he ever did it?” exclaimed Grant. “He’s a great one, all right.”
Scrambling and hustling up over the rocks George’s four companions vied with one another as to who should be the first to reach the cave. John’s long legs would ordinarily have won the race for him, but he was weakened by the effects of his experience in the water, and Grant outdistanced him. The rest were close behind, however, and all arrived almost together.
“Where did you get it, Pop?” demanded Grant eagerly.
“Oh, down at the other end of the island,” said George evasively.
His face was wreathed in smiles, however, and he was very proud of his exploit.
“I don’t see how you did it,” exclaimed Fred.
“I’m clever.”
“Don’t get funny,” warned Grant. “We’ll take it out of you if you get fresh.”
“You can’t touch me now,” said George loftily.
“What’s the reason we can’t?”