(But we are getting on too fast. When the good ship crashed upon the rock and split in twain, it seemed like that all aboard must perish. Fortunately OLIVER was made of stern mettle. Hastily constructing a raft and placing the now unconscious JILL upon it, he launched it into the seething maelstrom of waters and pushed off. Tossed like a cockle-shell upon the mountainous waves, the tiny craft with its precious freight was in imminent danger of foundering. But OLIVER was made of stern mettle. With dauntless courage he rigged a jury-mast, and placed a telescope to his eye. "Pull for the lagoon, JILL," cried the dauntless OLIVER, and in another moment. . . .) (As the raft glides into the still waters beyond the reef, we can see it more clearly. Can it be JILL'S bed, with OLIVER in his pyjamas perched on the rail, and holding up his bath-towel? Does he shorten sail for a moment to thump his chest and say, "But OLIVER was made of stern mettle"? Or is it----) (But the sun is sinking behind the swamp where the rattlesnakes bask. For a moment longer the sail gleams like copper in its rays, and then--fizz-z--we have lost it. See! Is that speck on the inky black waters the dauntless Oliver? It is. Let us follow to the island and see what adventures befall him.) SCENE II.--It is the island which we have dreamed about all our lives. But at present we cannot see it properly, for it is dark. In one of those tropical darknesses which can be felt rather than seen OLIVER hands JILL out of the boat. OLIVER. Tread carefully, Jill, there are lots of deadly rattlesnakes about. JILL (stepping hastily back into the boat). Oli-ver! OLIVER. You hear the noise of their rattles sometimes when the sun is sinking behind the swamp. (The deadly rattle of the rattlesnake is heard) There! JILL. Oh, Oliver, are they very deadly? Because if they are, I don't think I shall like your island. OLIVER. Those aren't. I always have their teeth taken out when ladies are coming. Besides, it's daylight now. (With a rapidity common in the tropics--although it may just be OLIVER'S gallantry--the sun climbs out of the sea, and floods the island, JILL, no longer frightened, steps out of the boat, and they walk up to the clearing in the middle.) JILL (looking about her). Oh, what a lovely island! I think it's lovely, Oliver. OLIVER (modestly). It's pretty decent, isn't it? Won't you lie down? I generally lie down here and watch the turtles coming out of the sea to deposit their eggs on the sand. JILL (lying down). How many do they de-deposit usually, Oliver? OLIVER. Oh, three--or a hundred. Just depends how hungry I am. Have a bull's-eye, won't you? JILL (excitedly). Oh, did you bring some? OLIVER (annoyed). Bring some? (Brightening up) Oh, you mean from the wreck? JILL (hastily). Yes, from the wreck. I mean besides the axe and the bag of nails and the gunpowder.