CHAPTER XXVI
DOINGS ON THE LITTLE ISLE AGAIN
"Hurrah!" echoed Ray, with teasing, mock enthusiasm. "Hurrah!"
But we hadn't taken two more steps forward, now, when there broke out ahead of us the voice of Hawkins again, singing:
"She died of the fever, no doctor could save her."
Smash! went our enthusiasm, and we turned tail and skedaddled back on the path. We pulled up a moment at the edge of the open bit, and we heard:
"She was a fish monger, and where is the wonder—"
We hopped across the clearing, and still the song followed:
"For they all wheeled wheel-barrows through streets wide and narrow,"