“That’s what I said, too, the ship’s screw. Didn’t I, fellows?” appealed Bert, turning to his companions.
“There’s a big difference between a ship’s screw and a ship’s crew.”
“Perhaps you can see it, but I can’t. A ship’s screw is a ship’s screw, and that’s all there is to it,” protested Bert, solemnly.
“All right; have it your own way,” said Bob. “Cartier left his behind him, anyway, and with three of his men took a little boat and came on up the river, and on October 2d arrived at Montreal, which he called Mount Royal.”
“What did he call it that for? Why didn’t he call it what the people there called it? I believe in calling things by their right names, I do.”
“It had an Indian name which I don’t at this moment recall—”
“Ask Tom,” suggested Bert.
“Hochelaga,” said Tom, in response to the appeal.
“What did you say, Tom?” inquired Bert, soberly.