“That’s so,” Ted admitted.
“Is dey a dock sommers neah yo’ house?” asked Peter.
“Why, yes!” exclaimed Janet. “There’s a dock right back of our house—you know the dock where Mr. Harris keeps his boat,” she added to her brother. “He’d let us land there, and we could easy carry the basket of crabs up the path to our house.”
“That’s so!” chimed in Ted. “And afterward I could row Jimmie’s boat back to the hiding hole and leave it.”
“Aw right, den!” chuckled Peter. “I’ll make fo’ de Harris dock. I knows where dat is aw right!”
He swung the Spray around, and soon she was headed in the right direction. A little later a landing was made at the Harris dock. The rowboat was cast off from the Spray and made fast to the dock for Ted to row around to the hiding place a little later. Then Ted and Janet got out, Peter set the basket of crabs on the dock and started back for the island.
“Good-bye, chilluns!” he called. “An’ don’t forgit Mr. Narr’s message. He’s a monstrous ’ticklar man, Mr. Narr is! He wants everyt’ing jesso, he suah do! Everyt’ing jesso!”
“What does he mean by jesso?” asked Janet of her brother, as the motor boat swung out into the bay.
“I think he means just so. You know—extra particular,” explained the little Curlytop boy.
“Oh, I see,” murmured Janet.