“I meant just what I said.”
“And I say anybody’s crazy that talks like that. Where are we going to get a smaller boat?”
“It’s right here with us now,” declared Abe. “There she is,” and he pointed to the half smashed lifeboat. “We can cut that in two, use the stern and bow that ain’t a bit damaged, fasten ’em together in the middle, with the airtight compartments in each end, and we’ll have as fine a small boat as we could wish.
“We can hoist the sail on it and then we can make some speed, instead of just drifting along. I wonder I didn’t think of it before, but it only sort of just came to me now, and that’s why I got excited I guess.”
“I sure thought you were raving,” declared Joe. “It didn’t seem natural.”
“And you thought I was touched by the sun; eh, mate?”
“I sure did.”
“Ho! Ho! That’s a good joke! A good one! It’ll do to tell the boys when we see ’em again.”
“If we ever do,” put in Joe half gloomily.
“Of course we will!” insisted Abe. “Wait until I get the boat made and you’ll see.”