CHAPTER XII
"THEY'RE LOOSE!"
"All aboard!" cried Russ as he stood on the edge of the little wharf in the inlet, at which the boat was tied. "All aboard."
"Does he mean we must all get a piece of board?" asked Violet.
"No," answered her mother with a smile. "Russ is saying what the sailors say when they want every one to get on the ship, take their places, and be ready for the start."
The rowboat was a large one, and would hold the six little Bunkers, as well as their daddy and mother and Cousin Tom.
Cousin Ruth had intended to go, but, at the last minute, the woman living in the next bungalow asked her to help with some sewing; so Cousin Ruth stayed at home.
"I'll get all ready to cook the crabs if you catch any," she said with a smile, as Cousin Tom and Daddy Bunker rowed the boat out into the inlet.
"Oh, we'll get some!" cried Russ.
"Crabs bite, don't they?" asked Violet, who seemed started on her questioning tricks.