You have blisters all over you and they itch so you can hardly stand it." "Too bad," said Perry, trying to sound sympathetic but failing because he caught his foot in a bramble at the moment and almost pitched on his face.
"Well," continued Han, more cheerfully, "there's one good thing.

Salt water is fine to bathe in when you have ivy poisoning, and there'll be plenty of that around." "Sure; and it won't cost you a cent, either." They reached the beach then and gazed hopelessly about them as they crossed the softer sand.
"If only they'd blow their old whistle we'd know where we are." "If I had some alcohol I might backen it," observed Han.
"Alcohol?
Backen what ?" "The ivy poison." "Oh! Well, there's plenty of alcohol on board.

Wonder what time it is," Perry drew out his watch and whistled surprisedly.

"Only a quarter to ten, Han! We couldn't have walked very far, after all.

And they won't signal us until ten-thirty.