"Thank you, I wish you would."
"Come on, boys. This is better fun than catching trout."
"Well, it is," said Mort.
"Mister," remarked Quill, "if we all crowd into the Ark, we'll sink her."
"We must look out for that. You and Mort stay here, and I'll row the girls ashore, and come back after you."
"Capital idea! We'll take her right around, and rescue 'em all."
They did so; but just as they were pulling to the beach where the old punt lay, Mort came out of a sort of thoughtful fit, and said, suddenly:
"Guess it won't do, Quill. You and I'll stay and take care of the island, while he puts the girls ashore."
"I don't care. Let him."
The pretty young lady was the first to remark upon the small size of the Ark, and received for reply: