So Frank ascended the companion way, and soon took Barney’s place at the helm, sending him and Bruce below.
The boys were much surprised to see Merriwell appear in a yachting suit, and he explained that he had purchased everything on board the Greyhound, which included the suits in the wardrobe, as they plainly were not all Chandler’s personal property, having been designed for men of different build.
“Vale, uf dot don’d peat der pand!” muttered the Dutch boy. “Uf dere peen a suit der lot in dot vill fit me, I vill show der poys vat a dandy sailors der Dutch makes. Yaw!”
Barney soon returned to the deck, having found a very good fit, but he said Bruce was having more difficulty.
“Begorra! there wur a fat mon on borrud, an’ he’s lift a suit thot will fit this Dutch chase,” grinned the Irish lad.
“Why you don’d drop id callin’ me dot names, Barney!” cried Hans. “I don’t like dot, you pet!”
The other lads went below to see what they could find in the way of clothes as Frank sent them, Toots being the last.
Every boy found a suit, although in some cases the clothes were too loose. Hans came swelling on deck, wearing a suit with the legs of the trousers turned up several inches and the wrists of the coat sleeves rolled back.
“Say!” he grinned; “I vos a pird! Did you efer seen der peat me of now, I don’t know?”
Toots had discovered an ordinary sailor’s suit, with white anchors worked upon it, and he was proud as a peacock.