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One
more
earnest
squeeze
of
the
kind
teacher
's
hand
,
and
with
his
whispered
blessing
yet
sounding
in
our
ears
,
we
shot
like
an
arrow
from
the
shore
,
sped
over
the
still
waters
of
the
lagoon
,
and
paddled
as
swiftly
as
strong
arms
and
willing
hearts
could
urge
us
over
the
long
swell
of
the
open
sea
.
All
that
night
and
the
whole
of
the
following
day
we
plied
our
paddles
in
almost
total
silence
and
without
a
halt
,
save
twice
to
recruit
our
failing
energies
with
a
mouthful
of
food
and
a
draught
of
water
.
Jack
had
taken
the
bearing
of
the
island
just
after
starting
,
and
laying
a
small
pocket-compass
before
him
,
kept
the
head
of
the
canoe
due
south
,
for
our
chance
of
hitting
the
island
depended
very
much
on
the
faithfulness
of
our
steersman
in
keeping
our
tiny
bark
exactly
and
constantly
on
its
proper
course
.
Peterkin
and
I
paddled
in
the
bow
,
and
Avatea
worked
untiringly
in
the
middle
.
As
the
sun
's
lower
limb
dipped
on
the
gilded
edge
of
the
sea
Jack
ceased
working
,
threw
down
his
paddle
,
and
called
a
halt
.
"
There
!
"
he
cried
,
heaving
a
deep
,
long-drawn
sigh
;
"
we
've
put
a
considerable
breadth
of
water
between
us
and
these
black
rascals
,
so
now
we
'll
have
a
hearty
supper
and
a
sound
sleep
.
"
"
Hear
,
hear
!
"
cried
Peterkin
.
"
Nobly
spoken
,
Jack
!
--
Hand
me
a
drop
of
water
,
Ralph
.
--
Why
,
girl
,
what
's
wrong
with
you
?
You
look
just
like
a
black
owl
blinking
in
the
sunshine
!
"
Avatea
smiled
.
"
I
sleepy
,
"
she
said
;
and
as
if
to
prove
the
truth
of
this
,
she
laid
her
head
on
the
edge
of
the
canoe
and
fell
fast
asleep
.
"
That
's
uncommon
sharp
practice
,
"
said
Peterkin
with
a
broad
grin
.
"
Do
n't
you
think
we
should
awake
her
to
make
her
eat
something
first
?
Or
perhaps
,
"
he
added
with
a
grave
,
meditative
look
--
"
perhaps
we
might
put
some
food
in
her
mouth
,
which
is
so
elegantly
open
at
the
present
moment
,
and
see
if
she
'd
swallow
it
while
asleep
.
--
If
so
,
Ralph
,
you
might
come
round
to
the
front
here
and
feed
her
quietly
,
while
Jack
and
I
are
tucking
into
the
victuals
.
It
would
be
a
monstrous
economy
of
time
.
"
I
could
not
help
smiling
at
Peterkin
's
idea
,
which
indeed
,
when
I
pondered
it
,
seemed
remarkably
good
in
theory
;
nevertheless
,
I
declined
to
put
it
in
practice
,
being
fearful
of
the
result
should
the
victuals
chance
to
go
down
the
wrong
throat
.
But
on
suggesting
this
to
Peterkin
,
he
exclaimed
:
"
Down
the
wrong
throat
,
man
!
Why
,
a
fellow
with
half-an-eye
might
see
that
if
it
went
down
Avatea
's
throat
it
could
not
go
down
the
wrong
throat
!
--
unless
,
indeed
,
you
have
all
of
a
sudden
become
inordinately
selfish
,
and
think
that
all
the
throats
in
the
world
are
wrong
ones
except
your
own
.
However
,
do
n't
talk
so
much
,
and
hand
me
the
pork
before
Jack
finishes
it
.
I
feel
myself
entitled
to
at
least
one
minute
morsel
.
"
