“But, Uncle, it wasn’t Aladdin that the Forty——”
“Never mind that. Got a spare bunk aboard, Sam?”
I laughed; but there was no use in being surprised at anything Uncle Naboth did.
“I’ve got a whole empty cabin—second mate’s.”
“All right. When do we sail?”
“Three o’clock, Uncle Naboth—sharp.”
“Very good.”
He turned and ambled away toward the town, and, rather thoughtfully, I entered my boat and was rowed out to the Gladys H.