“We’ll hoist a flag.”
“That’s all right, but where are we going to get a flag?”
“I’ll show you,” exclaimed Grant, and he made his way to the spot where their stores and provisions were piled. A moment later he returned with the canvas tarpaulin that had been used as a cover. “Here’s our flag,” he said, waving the heavy piece of canvas around his head.
“It’s too heavy,” objected John. “It would take a gale to make that stand out.”
“It is heavy,” admitted Grant. “I don’t know of anything else we can use though.”
“Except my shirt,” said George quickly. “That’ll make a real flag.”
“But what will you wear?” said John.
“Nothing maybe,” replied George, cheerfully. “In this climate I don’t believe any one would suffer much from lack of clothes.”
“Probably not,” Grant agreed. “Why use your shirt in preference to any one else’s though.”
“Because I offer it first.”