[CHAPTER XXIV]
IN THE HURRICANE
“Well, now we’re well started, I think I’ll go and——”
“See about dinner, or supper or breakfast, or something like that; eh, Chunky?” interrupted Ned with a laugh.
“Hu? How’d you know?” asked the stout lad.
“Oh, I could tell by the expression of your face,” remarked the merchant’s son. “Whenever you begin that way you can generally be depended on, Bob, to say something about eating.”
“Aren’t you hungry, Jerry?” and the stout lad appealed for vindication to his tall chum.
“Yes, I am,” he admitted. “Go ahead, Bob, and get something ready while Ned and I take a look around the machinery and see if it’s working all right.”
“I’ll wager Ned’s hungry, too, only he won’t admit it,” murmured the fat lad as he started toward the galley.