afe.

And on they sailed and you couldn't see anything but water for miles
and miles, no matter where you looked.

"What's that?" said Sweetclover, and she was so excited that she
nearly tipped over the boat.

"I can't see anything but water and a little too much of that to suit
me," said Kernel Cob.

"Don't you see something dark against the sky?" she asked.

"No, I don't," said Kernel Cob, and he shaded his eyes with his hand
the way sailors do when they look for something at sea.

"I hope it isn't a whale," said Sweetclover.

"It had better not be," said Kernel Cob, "if he knows what's good for
him," and he patted his sword in a very brave manner.

"It's getting bigger and bigger," said Sweetclover. "Don't you see
it?"

"Sure!" said Kernel Cob, "I saw it all the time, it's a ship." And
like all people who tell fibs he was found out, for it wasn't a ship
at all.

"It's land!" said Sweetclover, joyfully, and sure enough it was, for
soon you could see the trees. And as they sailed closer the trees grew
taller and taller, and after a while you could see the shore.

"It's a little island," said Sweetclover.

"What's an island?" asked Kernel Cob.

"Didn't you ever go to school?" asked Sweetclover.

"No, but I wish I had."

But Kernel Cob didn't answer. He just steered the shoeboat toward the
shore by putting one leg over the side as if it were a rudder, and in
a little while they ran the boat up on the shore and Sweetclover
hopped out and Kernel Cob pulled the boat up on the beach so the tide,
when it came in, wouldn't take it out to sea again.

And they walked along the beach.

"I'm very hungry," said Sweetclover.

"Sit down here," said Kernel Cob, "and I'll see if I can find
something for dinner." And he went along the beach.

After he had walked a long distance, he found a tree with some nuts on
it, and he picked a lot of them and put them in his hat and started
back to Sweetclover.

You may imagine his astonishment when he reached the spot where he had
left her and discovered that she was not there.

But, all about on the sand, he saw foot-prints as of a great number of
bare footed people.

"The savages have taken her," he muttered, and drawing his sword he
ran off in the direction they had taken.

Through the woods he ran, and pretty soon he came to a clearing and
there was Sweetclover surrounded by about a thousand savages shouting
and dancing and waving spears above their heads. And Ke