“Yas ’em,” came an unctuous voice from among the litter on the deck, “dey’ll be waitin’ fo’ yo’, Mrs. Allen. Ah’ll se to dat mahsef,” and Jerry Blossom’s black face showed a happy smile above the deck cargo.
[CHAPTER VI]
THE THREE SISTERS SETS SAIL
As soon as the Three Sisters was well on her way out into the bay, Bob gave his attention to Jerry. Neither Tom nor Hal seemed surprised.
“Are you goin’ along as cook?” began Bob, questioning the grinning Jerry.
“Cook!” exclaimed Hal. “Can he cook?”
“I met Jerry the other day,” explained Bob, “and he told me he was the chef of the Anclote Island Club.”
Jerry’s grin was not so broad.