work.

He said he had no nails. Dick countered by showing how the canes
could be held together by notching them.

"And, faith, but it's a cliver boy you are," said the weary one
admiringly, when the other had explained his method.

"Then come along, Paddy, and stick 'em up."

Mr Button said he had no rope, that he'd have to think about it,
that to-morrow or next day he'd be after getting some notion how
to do it without rope. But Dick pointed out that the brown cloth
which Nature has wrapped round the cocoa-palm stalks would do
instead of rope if cut in strips. Then the badgered one gave in.

They laboured for a fortnight at the thing, and at the end of that
time had produced a rough sort of wigwam on the borders of the
chapparel.

Out on the reef, to which they often rowed in the dinghy, when the
tide was low, deep pools would be left, and in the pools fish.
Paddy said if they had a spear they might be able to spear some of
these fish, as he had seen the natives do away "beyant" in Tahiti.

Dick enquired as to the nature of a spear, and next day produced a
ten-foot cane sharpened at the end after the fashion of a quill
pen.

"Sure, what's the use of that?" said Mr Button. "You might job it