"How far would I have to hike to digest them?" Townsend asked.

"You'd need a bigger island than this," said Brownie. "You couldn't
digest a flapjack on anything smaller than South America."

"Give me a piece of chocolate," said Townsend, "and a couple of prunes."

"It looks nice up the river in the moonlight, doesn't it?" Brownie
asked.

"You mean down the river," said Townsend.

"I'm facing----"

"Don't try to find out where you're facing," said Townsend. "Here, eat
a prune."

"I'm going to turn in pretty soon," said Nuts.

"That's a new place to turn," said Townsend. "We've turned everywhere
but _in_. In the morning we'll turn out; then we will have turned
everywhere."

"We're flopping downstream pretty fast," said Brownie; "that's one sure
thing."

"I'm glad there's something sure," said Townsend. It was as good as a
circus to see him sitting against the tree with his knees drawn up,
glancing this way and that with a funny look of patient resignation on