“Nothing better,” said Ted. “But, I say—”
He did not say it, for she was away like a flash and ten seconds later the natives in their canoes were making the foam fly.
“Can you beat that!” Stew exclaimed. “Hot copper rivets in a cannibal village!”
“I can’t,” said Ted. “But I believe we’ll get them all the same.”
And they did. Not half an hour had passed when the girl and her dusky crew once more entered the harbor.
“Great Scott!” Stew exclaimed at sight of their heavily laden canoes. “Where’d you get all that equipment?”
“I think we have all it takes,” Mary said, smiling.
“You certainly have!” Jack exclaimed. “A portable forge with coal to fire it, a vise, an anvil, and all sorts of tools. Where did they come from?”
“Let’s not go into that now,” Mary replied in a most professional manner. “It was my understanding that you were in a great rush.”
“Sure! Of course, we are!” the boys agreed.