THE RAINY SEASON
One morning, having arisen earlier than the others, I occupied myself by counting up the time that had passed away since our shipwreck. I calculated the dates, and found that the next day would be the anniversary of that event. It was just two years since we had landed on the island. I resolved, therefore, to keep the day as a holiday, and to test the boys in the various physical exercises they had learnt since landing.
They were delighted with the idea, and competed for the prizes I held out with energy and skill. Fritz was the best shot, though with bow and arrows, all, even Francis, did well. Ernest won the long race, as he took it more coolly than his brothers, and did not exhaust himself at the start; and in horsemanship none could equal J ack, though Francis, who suddenly appeared on the