“You may search me,” replied Roy with a yawn. “Torohadik,” ventured Chub. “Wrong,” answered Dick, sternly. “Liberty,” said Roy. “Freedom,” said Chub. “Wrong,” replied Dick. “Oh, go to thunder,” grumbled Chub, paddling for the beach. “I don’t know what it is.” “Doughnuts!” laughed Dick, pulling the canoe up. “Any one ought to know that.” “Well, it isn’t anything you could easily forget,” answered Chub, ruefully. “Weren’t they fierce?” “They certainly were,” answered Roy as he jumped ashore. “And,” he added determinedly, “that reminds me of a duty to humanity.” He disappeared into the tent and when he emerged again he bore something in one hand. An instant later there was a series of light splashes. Chub took his cap off. “_Requiescat in pace_,” he murmured. CHAPTER VI EXPLORATION “Get up, you lazy beggar!” cried Roy, snatching off the gray woolen blanket and disclosing Chub, in a pair of blue pajamas, sprawled, face down, on his bed. “Eh?” muttered Chub sleepily. “Get up! Harry’s over on the landing blowing that tin tooter of hers for all she’s worth. It’s after seven o’clock. You’re a great camper, you are!” Chub turned over dazedly on his elbow and blinked at his chum. Then his eyes wandered to the other two empty beds. “Where’s Dick?” he asked. “Getting breakfast. He’s been up half an hour. And we’ve been yelling at you at the top of our lungs, and all we could get out of you was ‘Ye-e-s!’” “Get out,” answered Chub, indignantly, sitting up on his lowly couch, “I haven’t opened my mouth!” “Haven’t you? You had it open most of the night, for one thing. To-night we’re going to make you sleep outdoors, probably on the other end of the island. Get some clothes on and we’ll go over and fetch Harry.” Chub shook his head anxiously. “It occurs to me,” he said, “that that girl is going to annoy me with her strenuousness. This is no time to be making such noises as that. Think of the poor little birdies trying to sleep in their downy nests.” “Well, you get a move out of your downy nest,” laughed Roy. “If you don’t I’ll call Dick and we’ll pull you out.” “Think I’m afraid of you brutes?” asked Chub, scathingly. “I’d have you understand, Mr. Porter, that I am not to be coerced. I am a free-born citizen of this glorious Republic, and as such I have rights which cannot--” “Oh, Dick!” shouted Roy. Chub gave a bound off his bed and was standing in the middle of the tent in a twinkling. “I dare you to pull me out!” he said with immense dignity. Then, “How’s the water?” he asked. “Cold,” replied Roy. “Besides, you haven’t got time for a bath. If you want to bathe before breakfast you must get up at a decent time. Get a move on now.” Roy went out, leaving Chub indignantly searching for a pair of stockings which he plainly remembered having taken off last night but which at the present moment were not to be seen.