"It is evident then," said the latter, "that we must stay here, alive
or dead, all winter. And I expect we'll be a great deal more dead than
alive long before it is over."
"Oh, I don't know," replied Cabot. "This doesn't seem to be such a
very uninhabited place, after all. I'm sure we've had a regular job
lot of visitors during the past week, and a good many of them, too. So
I don't see why we shouldn't have other callers before the winter is
over. When the next one comes, though, we'll take care and not let him
out of our sight. Why didn't you tie a string to one of those Indians,
as I advised?"
"Because they tied me first," answered White, laughing in spite of his
anxiety. "Why didn't you do it yourself?"
"Because all the tying apparatus was aboard the schooner, and I hadn't
so much as a shoe-string about me. I wish I could have tied that
scoundrel Arsenic, though. If ever I meet him again I'll try to teach
him a lesson in gratitude. But what do you propose to do to-day,
skipper?"
"I suppose we might as well unbend and stow our canvas, since the 'Bee'
'll not want to use sails again for a while. We might also send down
topmasts, stow away what we can of the running rigging, get those
provisions on the beach aboard again, and----"
"Hold on!" cried Cabot, "you've already laid out all the work I care to
tackle in one day, and if you want any more done you'll have to ship a
new crew.
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