“Oh, that’s a long story, Jack. All we’re thinking of now is getting back to Watertown, and we want something to eat.”
“Where?” cried Jack, wildly.
“To Watertown.”
The old boatswain shook his head gravely.
“You’re on the wrong ship, lads. It will be many a long day before you see Watertown.”
“What do you mean?” asked Will, in sudden alarm.
“The Moose ain’t going to Watertown at all.”
“What! Not going to Watertown?”
“No; she’s provisioned for a two-months’ ocean trip.”
“And Captain Morris——” quavered Tom, appealingly.