CHAPTER XVII
THE STORY OF A LONG TRAMP
They had hung their jackets by the fire to dry, and by the time breakfast was finished—a breakfast that Larry declared was breakfast, dinner, supper, and lunch all rolled into one—the garments were ready to put on again. Their improvised hats were gone, but seaweed was plentiful along the beach, and soon they had fixed up a pair of rude head coverings which gave them ample protection from the tropical sun, even if they were far from handsome in appearance.
"We ain't travellin' on looks, lad," said Striker, when Larry poked fun at the bonnets, as he dubbed them. "I'd rather wear this contrivance than be sunstruck."
"Of course, Luke—I was only fooling. The question is, now we are ready to move, where are we to go to?"
"I've thought that over, lad, and I don't know as we can do better nor to climb up to the highest
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