The Treasure on Cormorant Island
Titty had gone to sleep with one idea firm in her head, and she woke up next morning with it still there. She crawled out to see what sort of a day it was. It was a fine day without much wind, just what she wanted, for she knew that if there had been a strong wind she and Roger would not have been allowed to go off in Swallow by themselves, without the captain or the mate.
“Wake up, Roger,” she called.
“What’s the matter?” said Captain John.
“Somebody may get it first.”
“Get what?”
“The treasure on Cormorant Island. Roger and I are going to look for it.”
“But we’ve all looked once, and there’s nothing there.”
“It’s our last day,” said Titty obstinately, “and you and Susan said we might. And I’m sure it’s there.”
“But Captain Flint’s coming, and we’re all going fishing.”
“Roger and I are going treasure-hunting. We settled it last night. And there’s no wind.”
“You’ll be awfully disappointed, Titty,” said Susan sleepily.
“Not when I find it,” said Titty.