"By the new system?"
"By having wrecks prevented, and saving the property for the owners."
"Isn't that strange! Did you say they were good men?"
"Some of 'em. Honest as the day is long about everything else. But they weren't all so. There was old Peter, and he lives on the Island yet. There's his cabin now. You can just see it in the edge of that great sand-hill."
"What a queer thing it is!"
"Sometimes the storms drift the sand all over it, and old Peter has to dig it out again. He's snowed under two or three times every winter."
They were now coasting along the island, at no great distance, and, although it was not nearly noon, Dab heard Joe Hart say to his brother:
"Never was so hungry in all my life. Glad they did lay in a good stock of provisions."
"So am I," returned Fuz. "Isn't there any such thing as our getting into the cabin!"
No, there was not, so long as Mrs. Kinzer was the "stewardess" of that expedition, and Joe and Fuz were compelled to wait her motions.