I say, though, if Lobster has found it out, he'll have devoured every scrap we left there, and, I daresay, carried off the fishing tackle and pans." "A thief! He'd better not," cried Mike.
"Ha--ha--ha!" laughed Vince.

"I do call that good." "What?
I don't know what you mean." "Your calling him a thief for taking away the things he discovered there." "Well, so he would be.

They're not his." "No," said Vince, laughing; "and those things in the far cavern aren't ours, but you want to take them." "That's different," said Mike hastily.

"We only put our things there a few weeks ago; those bales and barrels have been there perhaps hundreds of years." "Say thousands while you're about it, Ladle," cried Vince cheerily.
"Hold hard.

_Puff_!" The candle was blown out through a hole in the lanthorn, and the latter lowered down to the usual niche close to the cavern wall, where they were accustomed to keep it.
"Down with you!" cried Vince; and Mike required no second telling, but glided down the slope so sharply that he rolled over in the sand at the bottom.
"Below!" shouted Vince; and he charged down after him, sitting on his heels, and also having his upset.