“That’s the talk, Merry! Who’ll we take?”
“Name your own crew.”
“Diamond and Browning.”
“They’re all right. What say if I get Hodge and take him along?”
“Get him. That will make just the right sort of a crew. I’ll get a lunch, and we’ll meet at the New Haven Yacht Clubhouse. The Jolly Sport is moored off the clubhouse. We’ll all get down there as soon as possible. I know Browning and Diamond will go when they know you are coming along, Frank. You go for Hodge, and I’ll look after the others.”
In this way it was settled. Frank started to get Bart Hodge, another old chum, who roomed at a distance. Hodge had passed examinations successfully, and was a Yale student at last. Rattleton made for Browning, who still leaned in solemn stateliness against the fence.
Rattleton and Diamond were on the Jolly Sport, getting her in trim, when Frank and Bart appeared.
“Where’s Browning?” shouted Frank.
“Coming,” Harry called back.
“So’s Christmas, but it’ll be a long time getting here. If you really expect that fellow to sail with us this afternoon, you should have brought him along.”