"We ain't got venison enough for more'n ten more meals." "Henry an' Tom will shoot it, an' you'll cook it fur me," said Sol complacently.
Jim Hart growled, but Henry and Ross were already discussing this question of a food supply, and Paul listened.
"The Indians don't come about the lake much," said Henry, "and it will be easy enough to find deer, but we must hunt at night.

We mustn't let the savages see us, as it might break the island's spell." "We'll take the canoe and go out to-night," said Ross.
"And this lake ought to be full of fish," said Paul.

"We might draw on it, too, for a food supply." "Looks likely," said Ross.

"But we'd best not try that, either, till dusk." But they worked in the course of the day at the manufacture of their rude fishing tackle, constructed chiefly of their clothing, the hooks being nothing more than a rough sort of pin bent to the right shape.

This done, they spent the rest of the day in loafing and lolling about, although Paul took a half hour for the thorough exploration of the island, which presented no unusual features beyond those that he had already seen.