“Ye will, eh?” he managed to exclaim, in his best sneering tone. “Well, ye’ll have the chanst, I reckon, an’ I’ll just tip it off to you private—Mac Gregory is a goin’ to bust up the Anclote Boat Club. Tell that to Mr. Allen and Mr. Burton, with my regards.”
A little after three o’clock, a happy party made its way out to Captain Romano’s schooner, Mrs. Balfour and Mrs. Allen being present to wish the eager argonauts bon voyage.
“What’s all this?” exclaimed Tom Allen, rushing forward, as the crowded deck of the Three Sisters came into view.
Snugly stowed amidships was a large white bundle of canvas, some tent ropes, poles and pegs, two new spring cots and a fat parcel bound with ropes.
Mrs. Balfour and Mrs. Allen laughed.
“Didn’t you all invite us to visit you?” asked Mrs. Allen, smiling.
“Sure,” responded Hal. “But what’s all this truck?”
“Our beds,” laughed Mrs. Balfour. “Take good care of them. You’ll find sheets, blankets, pillows—”
“And mosquito nets,” interrupted Mrs. Allen.
“—in the paper bundle,” added Bob’s mother, immensely pleased over their joke.