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THE RELUCTANT VOYAGERS-2
“Somebody’s here,” whispered the freckled man. “I wish I had an almanac,” remarked the tall man, regarding the moon. Presently they fell to staring at the red and green lights that twinkled about them. “Providence will not leave us,” asserted the freckled man. “Oh, we’ll be picked up shortly. I owe money,” said the tall man. He began to thrum on an imaginary banjo. “I have heard,” said he, suddenly, “that captains with healthy ships beneath their feet will never turn back after having once started on a voyage. In that case we will be rescued by some ship bound for the golden seas of the south. Then, you’ll be up to some of your confounded devilment and we’ll get put off. They’ll maroon us! That’s what they’ll do! They’ll maroon us! On an island with palm trees and sun-kissed maidens
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