"My mother says he's awful good to work," asserted Tommy.
"Well, that's what he's made for. But here we are at the island. Wouldn't you like to land, Tommy?"
"Oh, yes—Mr. Bates."
"All right, then! Jump out."
Tommy jumped out, and scrambled up the bank. Then he turned round, expecting Brandon to follow.
But Brandon instead pushed off from shore till his boat rode twenty feet away. Then he turned a laughing face towards his young passenger.
"Ain't you comin' too, Brandon?" asked the little boy, in surprise.
"What did I tell you?"
"Mr. Bates."