"Any use, Max?" called out impatient Steve, presently; for he had been
fretting at the delay for several minutes now.

"Give it up," returned the other, turning his back on the strange cabin
with its green roof and lichen-covered walls.

"Which way now?" asked Steve, evidently pleased that they were going to
make a move of any sort; for inaction galled him always.

"Back to camp?" queried Bandy-legs, hopefully; because he believed that
was the one comfortable spot on all that island, and regretted ever
having left it; though they could never have tempted him to remain in
camp alone; not on that island with the evil name, at any rate.

"Well, after starting out, we ought to poke around a little farther than
we've done this far, I should think," Max replied; "still, I'm ready to
do whatever the majority say; three against two has always been our
rule. How about it, boys?"

"G-g-go on!" exclaimed Toby, promptly.

"Same here," from Steve.

"Count me in," came from Owen, smilingly; for whatever Max thought
right, his cousin could usually be depended on to back up.

"And I move we make it unanimous; because I don't just like being the
only one on the other side," Bandy-legs ended up with.

"That settles it, then; so come along, and we'll keep on to the upper