"Your crew look like good sports," said Rex. "Come aboard?"
"Yes. If you'll sail me over to the clubhouse. I came on purpose for you fellows," explained Yansey. "It's almost lunch time, and we want you to eat with us. Got a darkey for a cook, and he makes a fine chowder—and apple pie! My eye!"
"Home made apple pie? Say not so!" croaked Red Phillips. "You make my mouth water like a hydrant."
"You can stuff yourself," assured Yansey. "What say?"
"Is this just a polite invitation, or is it a dare?" asked Kingdon.
"Dare you to come!" laughed Yansey, hopping down into the Spoondrift.
"We never take a dare," responded Kingdon.
"Never!" was the chorus from the other Walcott Hall lads.
"But you don't know what you are getting that darkey cook in for," Cloudman warned. "We haven't had a square meal since we left Boston."
The wind was shifting and unsteady as they sailed across the broad cove. "Hope it comes into the right quarter for us to get back easy on," Kingdon observed.