"Mercy on me! And that cabin of ours holds so little! Glad it's full, anyhow. Let's get it out and over here at once."
"The cabin?"
"No, the provisions."
And not a soul among them all thought of their own lunch, any more than Mrs. Kinzer herself did; but Joe and Fuz were not just then among them. On the contrary, they were over there by the shore, where the "Jenny" had been pulled up, trying to get Dab Kinzer to put them on board the "Swallow."
"Somebody ought to be on board of her," said Fuz, in as anxious a tone as he could, "with so many strange people around."
"WHOM DO YOU THINK I'VE SEEN TO-DAY?"
"It isn't safe," added Joe.
"Fact," replied Dab; "but then I kind o' like to feel a little unsafe."
And the Hart boys felt, somehow, that Dab knew why they were so anxious to go on board, and they were right enough, for he was saying to himself at that moment,