“Humph! the next time I run away I’d better take a week to do it in!” he grumbled. “Did you ever see such a collection? Looks as if I came out of a junk-shop.”
“Never mind; I’ll lend you what I have,” said Oliver. “But my advice is to return home the first landing we make.”
“Not much! I’m bound West ho!”
In a little while the two boys went on deck again. They were now drawing towards Sandy Hook, and the heavy swells made Gus turn a sickly green.
“I suppose it’s about dinner time,” said Oliver; “I feel mighty hungry.”
“I don’t want anything to eat,” replied the stout boy, drawing his mouth tightly together.
“You don’t!”
“No; not a mouthful.”
“Why?”
“Never mind; I don’t, that’s all.”