"Well, Freddie," said Mr. Toby, as the raft continued to float slowly away from the ship, "what do you think of this, eh? Have you got the map of Correction Island with you?"
"Yes, sir, I have. It's in my pocket."
"Good! Don't lose it. We may get to the Island after all, some day; you never can tell. By the way, Warden, have you got your Odour of Sanctity?"
"Safe in my pocket," said the Churchwarden. "What about you? Have you got the Chinaman's head?"
"What? Me? The Chinaman's head? Oh merciful fathers! I clean forgot it!" cried Toby. "Blamed if I didn't leave it in my room on the ship! Never thought about it once! If that don't beat all! What'll we do? We can't get back! We're floating away! Great jumping Joan! What'll we do?"
"Well!" gasped Aunt Amanda. "Won't you never get a head on your shoulders, you Toby Littleback? Can't you never remember anything? I declare, Toby Littleback, you are the most addlepated, exasperating,—Oh dear, we'd better hail the ship, quick!"
The party on the raft set up a loud cry, which was answered from the ship.
"The Chinaman's head!" shouted Toby. "On the
dresser in my cabin! I forgot it! Run and get it! Quick! We're floating away!"
"Ay, ay, sir!" came a voice from the ship.