We'll go now." There was no need to ask the others.

Whatever might be toward, they were eager to be about, though Rollo ventured to St.George a deprecatory: "You know, sir, one can't be too careful, sir." "Will you prefer to stay aboard ?" St.George put it quietly.
"Oh, no, sir," said Rollo with a grieved face, "one should meet danger with a light heart, sir," and went below to pack the oil-skins.
"Hear me now," said Barnay in extreme disfavour.

"It's I that am to lay hereabouts and wait for you, sorr?
Lord be good to me, an' fwhat if she lays here tin year', and you somewheres fillin' the eyes av the aygles with your brains blowed out, neat ?" he demanded misanthropically.

"Fwhat if she lays here on that gin'ral theory till she's rotted up, sorr ?" "Ah well now, Barnay," said St.George grimly, "you couldn't have an easier career." Little Cawthorne, from leaning on the rail staring out at the island, suddenly pulled himself up and addressed St.George.
"Here we are," he complained, "here has been me coming through the watery deep all the way from Broadway, with an octopus clinging to each arm and a dolphin on my back, and you don't even ask how I stood the trip.

And do you realize that it's sheer madness for the five of us to land on that island together ?" "What do you mean ?" asked St.George.
The little man shook his grey curls.
"What if it's as Barnay says ?" he put it.