“Hello!” said Dick. “Do you want to make fifty cents?”
“Sure thing,” was the reply. “Just made a dollar, and fifty more will keep it from being lonesome. What can I do?”
“Set us off to the yacht Sachem.”
“Hey?” exclaimed the boy, with a slight show of surprise. “Are you in a great hurry?”
“No.”
“Don’t want me to rip things in getting you on board, I suppose?”
“No; you may take your time. We have the whole night before us.”
“Well, I didn’t know,” muttered the boy, a touch of disappointment in his voice. “I thought mebbe you was in the same hurry t’other chap was. He gave me a dollar to hump myself and put him off to the Sachem.”
“To the Sachem?” questioned Dick.
“Sure thing.”