Suppose you and Widgeon try to unlay one of the sail-ropes and make a fishing-line." "And about hooks ?" said the major.
"Ah! that has been a puzzle," said the captain, "that I have not solved as yet." "I know," said Mark eagerly.

"The ladies are sure to have some hair-pins." "Which we can temper in the fire and hammer into shape," said the captain.

"Think you could raise a barb at one end before we point it, major ?" "I think I can try," replied the major.
"And I could pynt 'em on the stones," said Billy eagerly.
"Then the fishing difficulty is over," said the captain.

"Fish are sure to swarm off those rocks." "I say, Billy," said Small, giving one ear a rub, "aren't there a couple o' fishing-lines in the locker of the gig ?" Billy gave one of his short legs a slap, turned sharply and ran down to the boat, where he lifted a triangular lid in the bows, and gave a cheer as he plunged in his hand.
"Three on 'em," he cried, "and good uns." "Then we sha'n't starve yet, major.

There are fish and water." "And cocoa-nuts in plenty," cried Mark.
"If we can get at them," said the major.
"Why, Billy, couldn't you climb one o' them trees ?" cried Small.
"I could--one of the small ones," said Mark.
"But the small ones don't seem to bear nuts," said the captain quietly.
"I dunno," said Billy, after a spell of thinking.