“See here,” interrupted Hawkins, “this yarn will keep for later. Let’s strike for home or else we’ll have to make it in the dark. The seven-o’clock boat whistled some time ago. It’ll be dark in another half hour. Better caulk your mouth up again, young feller, and put your strength into getting near some grub.”
“That’s sense, Dave,” agreed Tom Trent. “Think you can walk it, old man?”
Dave got to his feet and tried his limbs.
“I’m all right, except that I’m hungry enough to finish chewing that shoe the dog carried. You’re a good one, pup! Hadn’t been for you, I’d still be tacked up there on those logs like a drying deer hide. Gosh, if the guy that got us ain’t spattered on the beach, I’m sure strong for meeting him.”
Clem resolutely gulped back her questions and with a call to the dog,
