"Kin I show yo' all a way outen dish yeah woods? I shore kin, honey lamb!
I knows dish yeah place laik a book, even if I cain't read. Where all
does yo' all want t' go? Oh, wait a minute, though. Hole on! I done got
t' ax yo' all some questions. Hab yo' all seen any photographers round
'bout yeah?"

"Photographers?" repeated Paul.

"Yais, sah! I done passed a steamer yist'day, an' dey all on board was
monstrous peeved 'cause dey done lost der photographer. Yo' all know--he
takes dese pictures dat twinkle laik stars--yo' know, slidin' pictures, I
guess dey calls 'em."

"Do you mean moving pictures?" asked Russ, eagerly.

"Uh, huh! Dat's what I means, honey. All on board dish yeah steamer was
pow'ful worried case de moving picture man an' some oders got lost. Yo'
all didn't see 'em; did yo' all?"

"We're them!" cried Alice, with a justifiable disregard of grammar.

"And can you take us to that steamer?" asked Ruth, eagerly.

"I shore can, honey lamb; but it's quite a far way t' row t'night."

"We can go in the motor boat!" cried Mabel. "Oh, how glad I am that we
have it. There's gasoline enough, I think, and there is a powerful
searchlight. Oh, Helen, we're found--we're found!" and she fell to
sobbing on her sister's shoulder.