"Who are you? I don't know your voice."
"I'm Bob Jarvis, but you don't know me."
"Hello, Bob. Yes, I do. My papa wrote to me about you. Where's Steve?"
There was a laugh that rippled from one end of the deck to the other.
"Never mind him; he is steering the ship. When are you coming out with us? Come along and we'll have a lot of fun."
"I don't know. When Papa says I may. When may I come, Papa? And you haven't said a word to me yet. You'll be gone in a minute."
"How could I? You haven't given me a chance to get a word in edgeways. Port your helm a little," he added, in a lower voice to Rush.
"Port a little," answered Steve.
"When, Papa?"
"Perhaps the next trip. I will send you a letter from down the line. Jennie, can you go back with us if I stop for you on the up trip?"