“Well, we would get tired in considerably less than six months. While there is plenty to be done a fellow don’t have a chance to get lonesome; but how about when there’s nothin’ to do but walk around thinkin’ of where we’d like to be?”
“Of course we shall be lonesome then,” Vance replied impatiently. “I wish we were certain of getting away as soon as we’d overhauled the hulk, for in the course of a week our folks will understand that something has happened to us, and it’ll be terrible to know they are feeling bad when we are all right.”
“Then instead of waitin’ for a craft to come, which may never happen, why not do all we can toward rescuing ourselves?”
“How can we accomplish more than we are now doing?”
“By launching the yacht.”
“You’re crazy,” Vance replied impatiently.
“We never could do it, no matter how hard we might try,” Roy added, as if the idea was so preposterous that it was worse than useless to discuss it.
“You are both wrong,” Ned said quietly. “The job can be done if we set about it in a proper manner, and if you’ll agree to work with me three days, I’ll show you it isn’t so much of an undertaking as you seem to think.”
“Why, we couldn’t put her on an even keel, let alone get her off the bank.”
“I’ll have her swung around in forty-eight hours and ready for launching two days after that,” Ned said doggedly.