“Quite a row.”
“Oh, Eddie’s a good rower,” Teena said. “Sometimes I even help with one of the oars.”
“Well, now,” Mr. Anderson said, rubbing his bristly chin, “you’d need a boat almost a full day to row out to Cedar Point and back. At fifty cents an hour, that’s quite a bit of money.”
“We don’t have any money, Mr. Anderson,” Eddie explained. “That’s why we hoped we could work it out. Remember, I’ve done it before.”
“I remember,” Mr. Anderson said. “And I remember that you’re a pretty good worker, too.” He glanced along the wharf at the rowboats tied up to a row of cleats. “Tell you what. You clean out what boats are in, and you’ve earned yourselves a day’s rental on one.”
Eddie counted the boats quickly. There were fourteen of them not in use. Depending upon how messy various fishermen had been, he and Teena should be able to clean them up in about three hours.
“How about it, Teena?” he asked.
“All right by me,” she said.
“It’s a deal, Mr. Anderson,” Eddie said. “And thanks a lot.”
“Just when do you figure you will want the boat?” the owner asked.