“There are holes for them too,” said Peggy, “but they have to be hammered in. Oh bother, I forgot our mallet.”
“Skip for our hammer, Roger,” said Mate Susan.
Along the bottom of the sides and back of the tent there were loops, and for each loop there was a peg with a crook at the top to hold it. Peggy found the holes that were left from the time of their last camping, and John drove the pegs home with the hammer.
“There’s nothing else,” said Peggy, “except the groundsheet, and that’s at the harbour with our sleeping-bags, where I emptied them out of Amazon .”
“It really is something like a camp now,” said Titty, looking with pride at the three tents and the camp fire, and the kettle and Susan’s newly cleaned frying-pan and saucepan. “Anybody would know it was a camp on a desert island, the moment they saw the sail.”
“Let’s finish lacing the sail,” said Susan, but John had hurried off to the lookout point to see if he could see anything of Captain Nancy and the Amazon .
A moment later he came running back into the camp to fetch the telescope.
“I say, Susan,” he shouted, “Captain Flint is coming after her.”
“You’re as bad as Titty with her treasure,” said Susan. “Natives don’t do things like that.”
“But he is,” said John.
“Uncle Jim isn’t always very like a native,” said Peggy.