went to see the savages with the snake.”
“I wonder how many whales they’ve caught,” said Roger. “Sharks too, perhaps. Anyhow, lots of perch.”
“It’s much better to find treasure than just to sit catching fish,” said Titty.
“But we haven’t found any,” said Roger.
“We haven’t nearly looked everywhere yet. It must be here,” said Titty. “Come on. You hunt one side, and I’ll hunt the other. Shout if you find it.”
Presently Roger shouted, but it was not because he had found the treasure. He had slipped on the stones and scraped his knee.
“Which knee is it?” called Titty.
“The one that wasn’t scraped before,” said Roger. “At least not the one that got scraped last, but the other one.”
Able-seaman Titty, as surgeon to the expedition, washed the knee, and tied it up with Roger’s handkerchief. Roger tried to blow his nose in the corner of it that was left after the tying up.
“You can have my handkerchief,” said Titty. “It’s my pink one.”
Roger blew his nose loudly in the pink handkerchief, and cheered up again.
Time went on. The morning was gone, and the afternoon was going, and still there was no sign of anything that might mean treasure. Titty had worked at least twice right round the island. Roger stopped looking, and went and sat on the rock to which Swallow ’s painter was tied. He pulled