As Captain Anderson lit a lantern for use in the boathouse, Andy, a little embarrassed, whispered:
“Captain Anderson, can’t I see those maps you were talking about—those that show where the Bahama Islands are?”
The captain, with a grunt of amusement, went to a rack and took down a chart.
“On one condition: you mustn’t stay up more than fifteen minutes.”
With a nod of acquiescence, Andy—who had never seen the ocean, and who had not the slightest knowledge of boats—caught the map eagerly and hastened to the table on which was a big oil lamp. As Captain Anderson left the room he glanced back and saw the excited boy intently poring over an old chart of the Bahama and West India Islands.
[CHAPTER III]
A BOAT WITHOUT SAILS, SCREW, OR OARS
It did not require a gong to arouse Andy in the morning, but it did call for a gentle shaking from his mother’s hand.