puzzle our heads once again and make a gate."

"Well, that's good!" cried Tom, laughing; "why, there is only one head
between the two of us, and that belongs to me, Master Frank; and don't
you forget it."

"Well, well, you may have it, only for goodness' sake make good use of
it!"

The cup-like top of the hill in which our Crusoes were living had but one
entrance, as I have before told you, and the path leading to it was very
steep, and made up of large stones and lumps of lava.

"It would be a good thing," Tom said, "to get a lot of these inside. They
would come in very handy to throw at an enemy, eh?"

"That they would," said Frank.

Well, it took them three whole days to make and fix up a gate, which they
could raise or lower before the entrance by means of ropes made out of
long trailing weeds, or creepers.

Then, after they had carried about a hundred big stones inside, they
began to feel happier and safer.




CHAPTER VII