“A long one,” said Captain Flint.
“Your steak’s rather dry,” said Mate Susan, “but it’s still quite hot.”
Captain Flint ate it in his fingers and said it was the best shark steak he had ever tasted.
After that they talked again of plans for next year, of climbing the ranges, of sailing to the Azores, or, better still, the Baltic, or of making a canoe voyage down to the sea.
“If we go up country,” said Nancy, “do you think we could get a hill pony?”
“We could easily get a couple,” said Captain Flint.
Everybody liked the idea of the shaggy hill ponies to carry the explorers’ packs. But then, everybody liked the idea of sailing to the Baltic. So nothing was really decided.