Frank's eyes brightened. "I wouldn't mind," he added slowly. "I'm stronger than I was a year ago, but I don't know that I've improved the stroke you taught me."
"I'm sure it's all right," said the buoyant Burton. "I'll come up to-morrow morning and see what you've been doing in the way of speed, and after looking you and Jimmy over I can tell the distance you can swim best. Is it a go?"
"It's a go for me," said Frank.
"Me, too," said Jimmy.
"Ditto," said Lewis.
"And how about Mr. Gleason?" said Burton.
"The Codfish, in spite of his name, hates the water except in the bathtub," said Jimmy. "But he'd be a fine scorer, eh, Codfish?"
"Anything the captain says is good enough for me," said the Codfish. "He's the boss. I'm on a salary and under orders."
"Well, you can be an ornament to the stake boat, or the float, or anywhere you want to be. It's settled that you are to come?" said Burton.
The boys nodded. Burton went back to his party and the boys gave their attention wholly to navigation to the end of the trip.