"Am I ready for breakfast?" shouted Teddy. "Tell Mr. Sparling he ought to know better than to ask a question like that. What's this, a joke? We can't get any breakfast on this old tub."
"Mr. Sparling directs me to ask you to join him in his cabin for breakfast in ten minutes."
"Thank you. Tell him we shall be on hand," smiled Phil.
"I hope it isn't a joke," grumbled Teddy, pulling on his trousers.
"Now, isn't that fine of Mr. Sparling, old fellow?" asked Phil, with glowing eyes.
"Tell you better after I sample the breakfast. I'm suspicious."
"You need not be. Mr. Sparling would not be so unkind as to invite us to eat breakfast with him unless he had some breakfast to offer us."
"Well, I hope it's straight," muttered the doubting Teddy. A few minutes later the lads presented themselves at the door of the owner's cabin.
"Good morning, boys; how did you sleep last night?" he greeted them, with a cordial smile and a handshake for each.
"I was dead to the world," answered Teddy, with his customary bluntness of speech.