haven’t got.”
“The savages are fine,” said Peggy, “and so is the shark, but what have you put in our lagoon?”
“It’s meant for an octopus,” said John.
“Next year you can fill in a lot more,” said Captain Nancy. “We’ll do something splendid. We can plan it all winter. It’ll be something to think about during lessons. Either Furthest North or Furthest South would be good. Going south, we should have to take a canoe to shoot the rapids in, and then we should come to the sea. Anything might happen. We could grab a ship.”
“There must be something beyond the big mountains in the north,” said Titty.
“You can get a long way into the hills, going up the river,” said Peggy. “And then, in the mountains, we could walk. But there’d be the tents to carry.”
“We could get a hill pony to carry the tents,” said Nancy. “That’s it. We’ll go prospecting for gold.”
“Beyond the ranges,” said Titty.
“You can go for miles and miles up there and never see a single native,” said Peggy.
“Captain Flint said he’d be one of us next year,” said Nancy. “When he is, he makes things hum. He may charter a big ship, three or four times as big as Amazon and ship us all as crew. He’s often said he would some day. Now that there are the Swallows as well, we could sail a really big one.”
“What about his steak?” said Titty.