Meanwhile Susan and the female native were making up the beds in the other tent. Mr. Jackson had gone back to his boat.
Presently the female native put her head into the captain’s tent.
“You look comfortable enough in here,” she said, “but what are you going to do when it gets dark?”
“We ought to have brought two lanterns,” said John. “I forgot about that. We’ve only got the big lantern for the whole camp.”
“I’ve brought you two small candle-lanterns, one for each tent if you will promise to be careful with them and not set the tents or yourselves on fire. Where is the oil for the big lantern?”
“Just outside the tent,” said John.
“You ought to keep it in a safe place well away from the camp and from the fire.”
Just then that powerful native, Mr. Jackson, came back with another load from the boat.
“Come along out,” said the female native. “I am not going to stop here now, because Mr. Jackson must be getting back to his farm. But there are several things to be settled. First of all, about the milk. There are no cows on your island, so you will have to go to the mainland for milk. I have arranged with the farm over there, Dixon’s Farm, to let you have a quart of milk every morning. If you want more in the evening, Mrs. Dixon will let you have it. But every morning you must row over there to bring your milk. You can see their landing-place by the big oak tree. Thank you, Mr. Jackson.”
The powerful native had put down a big basket that he had brought up from the boat. In it was a milk-can and a lot of other things. The female