“We can’t waste the afternoon waiting for him,” said Jack, impatiently.
Frank and Bart got on board the boat, and then Bruce appeared, perspiring and staggering under a heavy load, for he carried a huge basket in either hand.
“Dat the whickens—I mean, what the dickens has he there?” cried Harry. “Oh, I know, the lunch!”
“That’s it!” exclaimed Frank. “We were smart not to think of that. But he has brought enough to provision the Jolly Sport for a week’s cruise.”
“Hurry up, Browning!” shouted Jack, testily. “We’ve waited long enough for you.”
“Oh, fall overboard and cool off!” flung back the big fellow, who seemed a bit out of sorts himself from the exertion. “You’re always in a hurry.”
“What have you there, anyway?” asked Frank, as Bruce came on board.
“Beer.”
“Beer?” shouted all the lads.
“Sandwiches.”