Part 93 (2/2)
”So do I now,” said Mark, ”and Val and Cecil--”
”And Ted.”
”Yes. But how could we know that there was a panther here?”
”But it serves us right for not asking them,” said Bevis. ”It was selfish of us.”
”Suppose we go ash.o.r.e and send Loo to tell Charlie and Val--”
”Last night,” said Bevis, interrupting, ”why--while I was out in the wilderness and you were in the thicket the thing might have had either of us.”
”No one watching.”
”If one was attacked, no one near to help.”
”No.”
”But we could both go together, and tell Loo, and get Charlie and Val and Cecil and Ted. If we all had guns now!”
”Five or six of us!”
”Perhaps if we told the people at home, the governor would let me have one of his: then we could load and shoot quick!”
”And the Jolly Old Moke would let me have his! and if Val could get another and Ted, we could hunt the island and shoot the creature.”
Mark was as eager now for company as he had been before that no one should enjoy the island with them.
”We could bring them all off on the raft,” said Bevis. ”It would carry four, I think.”
”Twice would do it then. Let's tell them! Let's see Loo, and send her!
Wouldn't they come as quick as lightning!”
”They would be wild to help to shoot it.”
”Just to have the chance.”
”Yes; but I say! what stupes we should be!” said Bevis.
”Why? How?”
”After we have had all the danger and trouble, to let them come in and have the shooting and the hunt and the skin.”
”Triumph and spoils!”
”Striped skin.”
”Or spotted.”
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