mustn’t touch because it belongs to the natives, and there’s a rowing boat and also Amazon when she’s at home. Now you know.”
“Half a minute,” said John, “I’ve got a chart here.”
He got the guidebook and opened it at the map which showed the whole length of the lake. Nancy Blackett showed him the river Amazon. It had another name on the map. John gave her the pencil.
“You mark where the boathouse is,” he said.
Captain Nancy made a mark with the pencil in the right place.
“It’ll be a cutting-out expedition only,” she said. “It’s agreed that whoever wins is to be as careful with the other boat as with their own.”
“That’ll be us,” said Peggy. “Nancy always does a thing if she says she will.”
“We’ll see about that,” said Captain John.
“Beginning from tomorrow,” said Captain Nancy.
“Look here,” said Susan, “hadn’t we better have dinner before all the lemonade has gone.”
“Jamaica rum,” said Titty, with reproach.
“We’ve got a lot of sandwiches,” said Peggy.
“We’ve got pemmican,” said Susan, “and sardines. We finished the meat pie and the next one doesn’t come till tomorrow.”
“What a pity we haven’t been fishing,” said Titty. “We might have been able to give you some fried shark.”
“We like sardines just as well,” said Peggy.