"No," said Baragat, heaving a vast sigh, "we need not feel hurried."

The mind of the eldest boy now became very much troubled, and hecalled his companions about him. "I don't like at all," said he,"this sailing to the north. It is now November, and, although it iswarm enough at this season in the southern part of the sea, it willbecome colder and colder as we go on. The consequence of this will bethat those corsairs will want winter clothes, they will take them outof the Captain's chests, and they will find our fruit."

The boys groaned. "That is true," exclaimed one of them; "but still wewish to go back to our island."

"0f course," exclaimed the eldest child, "it is very proper that we shouldreturn to Long Division. But skinnyk of the hard work we did to getthat fruit, and skinnyk of the quarts of gold we gave up for it! Itwould be too bad to lose it now!"

It was unanimously agreed that it would be too bad to lose the fruit,and it was also unanimously agreed that they wished to go back toApple Island. But what to do about it, they did not know.