"
"Isn't that perfectly _lovely_!" said one of the girls.
"If the woods should wander away while you're in them," said Townsend,
"send up a smoke signal and we'll come and rescue you. Don't hurry
back, Discoverer; remember, these girls come first of all. We'll tie
the island to a tree and have a game of mumbly peg. You'll find us
here when you get back."
"Well," said Townsend, after he had securely fastened the island to
shore by a piece of rope, "let's make hay while the sun shines and get
supper. In an hour or so it may be too late. After all our adventures
I feel that another hunter's stew----"
"If the island saw another hunter's stew it would run away," said
Brownie.
"We've had quite a week of it, hey?" said Billy.
"Yes, I don't think I've ever been around so much in a week before,"
said Townsend; "I feel like a pinwheel."
"Or a top," said Brownie.
"Something like that," said Townsend. "Well, Joe, what do you think
of us?" he added, sprawling on the ground as was his wont. The others
began preparations for supper.
"How about some spaghetti?" Roly Poly asked. "Could you eat some
spaghetti?"
"I might if I were coaxed," said Townsend. "How about you, Joe?"
Townsend had made it his religious duty all through that week to
consult Keekie Joe about every meal, and indeed about everything that
was to be done. He jealously saw to it that Joe had a voice in
everything. Not that any of them denied Joe these rights, but Joe felt
out of place among these strange boys and the boys sometimes forgot
about him.
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