“Stay here,” urged Jack. “We know where we are now, but if we go down stream in the darkness we may fetch up at a place we don’t know.”
“You mean tie up here?” asked his sister.
“Sure. Cast the anchor, set the riding lights, make everything snug below and aloft, my captainess, and turn in. Set an anchor watch, heave the lead, and ’ware the lee shore and breakers ahead! Yo ho! My hearties! The stormy winds do blow, do blow, do blow!” and Jack began howling an old sea-song at the top of his voice.
“Jack, be quiet!” insisted Cora. “You’ll arouse the neighborhood.”
“There aren’t any neighbors here,” he laughed. “The only one there was has gone fishing, and he doesn’t mind! Yo, he ho!”
“I guess to tie up is the best thing to do,” said Paul, and there was something in his manner that caused Cora to say:
“All right, Jack. Drop the anchor, and we’ll stay here for the night.”
“And then see about something to eat,” suggested Walter.
Jack made a dash outside, shoved over the anchor, took a turn of the cable about a deck cleat and came back into the cabin. The Corbelbes was tied up for the night.