“We shall each chip in supplies—but we are arranging the whole plan without Owen. We had better wait until we see him.”
Owen came down to the club that evening. “That’s a good plan,” he said, when Allan found him and had set forth his programme. “But I don’t think you can get the Arabella.”
“Stowing provisions and cooking utensils on the Arabella.”
“Why?”
“Because some one told me yesterday that Kantry had sold her.”
“Now, that’s too bad!” said Allan, despondently. “It doesn’t seem as if any other boat could be so good as the Arabella.”
“Why not take the Evangeline?”
Allan shook his head. “There wouldn’t be room for us three and our cameras in that. And we never could sleep in it.”
“No,” Owen admitted; “we couldn’t sleep in it.”