“How do you make that exact calculation?” asked Captain Hartley.
“There are just stores enough on board to last two years,” replied Frank.
“After they are gone?”
Frank laughed nervously.
“Two years is a good long while in which to make up our minds what to do. Perhaps before that time we may hit upon a good scheme.”
“Let us hope so,” said Clifford; “but we should like to hear of your scheme of yesterday, Frank.”
“By all means!” cried Hartley.
“Huh! neber you mind,” cried Pomp. “Marse Frank he neber get stuck. He fin’ some way out ob any kin’ ob a scrape.”
“Bejabers, that’s roight!” averred Barney.
After some reflection and much persuasion Frank divulged the plan which had occurred to him.