"There are three places--here, there, and
everywhere; I've often heard them spoken of."
"That's just where this island is," said Brownie.
"Absolutely," said Townsend, "only it won't stay there. Is there
anything more we can eat? Anything more that you don't have to _make_?
My long tramp in search of the west coast has made me hungry again."
"I can make flapjacks," said Pee-wee; "I've got eight pounds of Indian
meal."
"How far would I have to hike to digest them?" Townsend asked.
"You'd need a bigger island than this," said Brownie. "You couldn't
digest a flapjack on anything smaller than South America."
"Give me a piece of chocolate," said Townsend, "and a couple of prunes."
"It looks nice up the river in the moonlight, doesn't it?" Brownie
asked.
"You mean down the river," said Townsend.
"I'm facing----"
"Don't try to find out where you're facing," said Townsend. "Here, eat
a prune."
"I'm going to turn in pretty soon," said Nuts.
"That's a new place to turn," said Townsend. "We've turned everywhere
but _in_. In the morning we'll turn out; then we will have turned
everywhere."
"We're flopping downstream pretty fast," said Brownie; "that's one sure
thing."
"I'm glad there's something sure," said Townsend. It was as good as a
circus to see him sitting against the tree with his knees drawn up,
glancing this way and that with a funny look of patient resignation on
his face.
"What do you say we put the tent up in the heart of the interior? Then
we'll be able to find it in the morning.
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