“Now, you quiet yourself, get on your clothes, and when we’ve had our breakfast and Captain Anderson is ready, we’ll go about our business like two sane persons. Don’t let me hear anything more about engines, boats, or the West Indies.”
“Yes’m.”
A little later, Andy, having completed his morning toilet, slowly wandered from the house toward the pier where Captain Anderson was making an early examination of his boats.
“Hello there!” sang out the captain. “I thought you’d be out by sun up.”
“I kind o’ overslept,” answered Andy sadly.
“Why, what’s the matter? Didn’t you rest well?”
“Too well,” was the boy’s slow rejoinder.
“Well, don’t worry about it. We’ve got lots of time to talk over things. Did you lay out a course to the Bahamas before you turned in?”
Andy sighed and looked sorrowfully out over the river.
“Nothin’ doin’ in the Bahamas line,” he said at last.