time as the branches swayed, it took me ever so long to read the
thing. This is what it was:


Dear Bottle Man:

To-day we got your leter wich surprised us very much.
Although I kept hopeing and hopeing some body would find the
bottle. We are not so distresed now because we were picked up
and now have toast and other things beter than barnicles. I
mesured from here to the equater on the big map and it is an
aufuly far way for the bottle to go. Only I thought it would.
I am sorry you are so imprisined on the iland and please dont
let the cheif with the beard poisen you because we would like
to hear from you agan. If there is tresure on that iland I
should think you could look for it and it would be exiting.
But prehaps there is none. We hope there is some on Wecanicut.
But it is hard to know sirtainly. Chris and Jerry are going to
do a leter. But I thought I would first. I hope the saviges will
be frendly allways.

Your respecfull comrade,

GREGORY HOLFORD.

P.S. None of us are Bones yet.


"Will it do?" Greg asked anxiously, when I folded it up. His eyes
grow very dark when he's anxious, and they were perfectly inky now.