He had something to think
about, he told them. Daddy and Mother Bunker looked at each other and
smiled. Russ had a way of thinking over things before he put his small
troubles before them, and they suspected that nothing much was the
matter.
But Rose whispered to her brother before they left the table.
"I think that isn't very polite, Russ Bunker."
Russ looked startled.
"What isn't polite?" he asked almost angrily.
"I saw you do that," she said, in the same admonishing way.
"Do what?" he demanded boldly.
"Put those rolls and the apple in your pocket. You wouldn't do that at
home."
"Well, we're not at home, are we?" he said. "You just keep still, Rose
Bunker."
Russ ran away directly after he had been excused from the table and they
did not find him again for quite a while. He appeared with his usual
cheerful whistle on his lips and made up a fine game of hide and seek on
the afterdeck. But it was noticeable, if anybody had thought to notice
it at all, that Russ kept them all from going near the lifeboat and the
raft, and he would not hear to their playing castaway at all.
"Why not?" asked Vi.
"Oh, that's too old," Russ declared. "We can play that at any time.
Let's go and listen to the wireless spark. When we get to that
plantation where we are going maybe I can set up a wireless mast and we
will send messages.
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