“Oh， I’m a dangerous criminal， I am，” said the Dwarf cheerfully. “But that‘s a long story. Meantime， I was wondering if perhaps you were going to ask me to breakfast？ You’ve no idea what an appetite it gives one， being executed.”
“There‘s only apples，” said Lucy dolefully.
“Better than nothing， but not so good as fresh fish，” said the Dwarf. “It looks as if I’ll have to ask you to breakfast instead. I saw some fishing tackle in that boat. And anyway， we must take her round to the other side of the island. We don‘t want anyone from the mainland coming down and seeing her.”
“I ought to have thought of that myself，” said Peter.
The four children and the Dwarf went down to the water’s edge， pushed off the boat with some difficulty， and scrambled aboard. The Dwarf at once took charge. The oars were of course too big for him to use， so Peter rowed and the Dwarf steered them north along the channel and presently eastward round the tip of the island. From here the children could see right up the river， and all the bays and headlands of the coast beyond it. They thought they could recognize bits of it， but the woods， which had grown up since their time， made everything look very different.