“Yes. I asked them. That’s the way to 16find out what you want to know, isn’t it?” chuckled Stacy.
“Who are they?” asked Butler laughingly.
“The minery-looking fellow is Sam Dawson. The one beside him is Curtis Darwood. The tall, slim chap nearest to us is Dill Bruce. They call him the Pickle for short.”
“He looks sour enough to be one,” laughed Walter.
“The other chap, the little one, is Curley Tinker. And there you have the whole outfit. I’ll introduce you to them if you like,” volunteered Chunky.
“No, thank you. I already have tried to talk with the men, but they don’t seem inclined to open their mouths,” replied Butler.
“It strikes me that you have made more progress that anyone else on this boat, so far as the four gold diggers are concerned,” added Rector, addressing Chunky.
“Yes, I am convinced that Chunky is rather forward,” agreed Tad.
“Oh, no one can resist me,” averred the fat boy. “Anything else you want to know, Tad?”
“Yes, a great deal. But here is the Captain. He will tell me.”