CHAPTER XXI.
DAB AND HIS FRIENDS TURN THEMSELVES INTO COOKS AND WAITERS.
As for the Kinzers, that was by no means their first experience in such matters; but none of their friends had ever before been so near an out-and-out shipwreck.
It is quite possible, moreover, that they had never before been so nearly starved as they were that day.

At least, something to that effect was remarked by Joe Hart and Fuz, more than a dozen times apiece, while "The Swallow" was threading the crooked inlet, and making her way to the landing.
"Ham," said Dab, "are you going right back again ?" "Course I am,--soon as I can get a load of eatables together, from the house and the village.

You'll have to stay here." "Why can't I go with you ?" "Plenty for you to do at the house and around while I'm gone.

No, you can't go." Dab seemed to have expected as much; for he turned to Ford with,-- "Then, Ford, I'll tell you what we must do." "What's that ?" "We must see about the famine.

Can you cook ?" "No." "I can, then.