We had our arms full of packages by this time, and it did not take us long to load them into the canoe, after which we paddled among the fleet having a bundle or message for some person aboard nearly every craft in the river.
It was not until our work was nearly done that I came upon my father and he received me as if expecting I would come.
"When did you arrive at Benedict?" he asked.
"Yesterday noon, sir."
"You couldn't well have got here earlier because of the wind. I allowed you would join us as soon as possible."
"Then you think, father, that I should serve under the commodore, taking the chances of losing the pungy after having paid so much money for her?"
"Don't you?" he asked sharply, and I could do no less than reply as he expected I would.
Thus it was settled beyond a peradventure that the Avenger and her crew should become a portion of Commodore Barney's flotilla, and I really felt better in mind after the question had been definitely decided.
We stopped long enough to give father a detailed account of our adventures, and by the way he slapped me on the back after the story was brought to an end, I knew that he felt right well pleased because I had begun serving my country in such a satisfactory manner.
When we returned to the Avenger after our round of visits, we found Jim Freeman and his friends keeping ship in great style. They were looking as proud as peacocks, and I failed to understand the meaning of it all, for ordinarily they were meek lads, until Jim whispered: