“Well, you’d see, if I came across.”
“But yer can’t get across,” laughed Bob. “I know of a capital mast.”
Dexter looked sulky.
“It’s part of an old boat-hook my father found floating in the river. I shall smooth it down with my knife if I can’t borrow a spokeshave.”
“And what’ll you do for a sail?” said Dexter, his interest in the expedition chasing away his anger.
“Oh, I shall get a table-cloth or a sheet. Sheets make beautiful sails. You just hoists ’em up, and puts an oar over the stern to steer with, and then away you go, just where you like. Sailing along in a boat’s lovely!”
“Ever been in a boat sailing?” asked Dexter.
“No; but I know it is. That sailor told me. He says when you’ve got all sail set, you just cruises along.”
“Do you?”
“Yes. I know; and I mean to go some day; but it’s no use to be in a jolly hurry, and you ought to have a mate.”