CHAPTER IX
THE STAMPEDE
"You're a long time getting here," I observed, as Norris took up the oars.
"Yes," returned Norris. "And we wouldn't be getting here at all, if those voodoo skunks had had their own way about it."
"Did they give you trouble?" I asked.
"Oh, I guess—yes, some," he said. "But we gave them trouble, eh, Robert?"
Robert acquiesced.
"I reckon they'll some day be telling their voodoo grand-children how a bunch of white devils came to their island and raised particular—"
"Raised particular 'hotel,'" assisted Ray, who saw that Norris was about to stumble on an impolite word.