"All right; machete it is, and I hope you will find something to use it on and work off some of that cutting energy."
They then each selected from the supply of arms a rifle, pistol, and all the ammunition they could comfortably carry. They lowered them into the small boat and were about to climb in when Harry stopped them.
"What about food, Washington?" he asked. "We'd better tote some along, I think."
With his usual energy, Harry had naturally taken command of the expedition.
"How much of a tramp is it to where Captain Dynamite is going?"
"Captain Dynamite go to Gomez—Gomez at Cubitas."
"That does not mean anything to us. How far is it from here to Cubitas and how long will it take us to reach it?"
"'Bout two days."
"All right. Now Washington, you get some ship biscuit, dried beef, and coffee from your stock in the galley and we will each carry our own rations. I guess we can get through on that grub for two days."
"And ah guess a leetle lasses for coffee, Misser Harry," pleaded the negro.