prunes, 8 lbs.;
maple syrup and molasses, 4 quarts;
potatoes, 1 bushel;
white beans, 6 quarts;
canned corn, 6 tins;
canned tomatoes, 6 tins;
flour, 35 lbs.;
baking powder, 2 lbs.;
salt, 4 lbs.;
pepper, 2 ounces.

"Well," Tubby had remarked, as he gazed attentively at the list, "we
won't starve, anyhow."

"I should say not," laughed Rob; "and besides all that, I've got lots
of lines and squids, and the blues and mackerel are running good."

"Can't I take along my twenty-two rifle--that island's just swarming
with rabbits, and I think I heard some quail when we were there the
other day," pleaded Merritt.

"Not in season," answered Rob laconically. "Laws not up on them till
November."

"Oh, bother the law!" blurted out Merritt. "However, I suppose if
there wasn't one there wouldn't be any rabbits left."

"I guess you're right," agreed Tubby. "Still, it does seem hard to
have to look at them skip about and not be able to take a shot at them."

"Maybe we can set a springle and snare some," hopefully suggested
Tubby, as a way out of the difficulty; "that wouldn't be as bad as
shooting them, you know, and I can build a springle that will strangle
them instantaneously."

"No fair, Tubby," laughed Rob. "You know, a boy scout promises to obey
the law, and the game law is as much a law as any other."

Arrived at the L wharf, the boys found the Flying Fish and Captain
Hudgins' Barracuda waiting for them. With much laughter they piled
in--their light-heartedness and constant joking reminding such
onlookers, as had ever seen the spectacle, of a band of real soldiers
going to the front or embarking for foreign stations.

With three ear-splitting cheers and a final yell of, "Kr-ee-ee-ee-ee!"
the little flotilla got under way.

They arrived at the camping ground at the northeast end of the island
before noon, and found that the "pioneers" appointed by Rob had done
their work well. Each tent was placed securely on a level patch of
sandy ground, cleared from brush and stamped flat. The pegs were driven
extra deep in anticipation of a gale, and an open cook tent, with flaps
that could be fastened down in bad weather, stood to one side.

A small spring had been excavated by the pioneers, and an old barrel
sunk in place, which had filled in the night and now presented
sparkling depths of cool, clear water.

"I suppose that water is all right, captain?" inquired Leader Rob, with
a true officer