He disappeared below, and before he came out again Frank had managed to get the tack and leach down, which was not so difficult now that the sail lay along the boom.
Harry gave him a quick look.
"Go in and strip yourself," he said. "There's a blanket forward and some coffee in the can. I'll be down by the time you have wrung out your things."
CHAPTER XVIII
RUNNING A CARGO
On crawling into the cabin Frank found the stove burning fiercely with the register open full blast. He was sitting near it wrapped in a thick blanket from which his bare legs and arms protruded when Harry joined him.
"This should thaw you out," the latter said. "The place would do for drying fruit in. Got any coffee left?"
Frank gave him some, and when he had drunk it Harry examined some of the garments which were hanging about the stove.
"They'll be getting fairly dry in half an hour or so and then we'll pull out for home," he added. "It's breezing up quite smart now and I'd lie here until morning only aunt would get badly scared. She wouldn't say anything, but if Jake got to talking it would probably make trouble when dad comes home."
"How did the canoe get adrift?" Frank inquired sleepily.