"What's this navigation company going to be called?" inquired Lewis.
"The name will be the 'Queen's Ferry,'" said Frank.
"Sounds like an old English romance, but it's good," commented Jimmy; "the Queen's Ferry, Armstrong, Captain, Carroll, first mate——"
"I don't want to be first mate," corrected Lewis. "I want to be a skipper."
"Well, if you want to have such a lively name go ahead and take it. If skipper means anything speedy, you've got the most terrifically misplaced confidence in yourself I ever saw,—but if you must, you must, so you are to be the skipper."
"And James Turner will be first mate and helmsman," said Frank.
"Aye, aye, sir," came the response.
"Now, that being done, we've got to have an agent to drum up our business, to see that the great and waiting public may know that at last in Seawall there is a proper conveyance; a guide and courier, a kind of advertising man who will present our magnificent possibilities in transportation."
The three boys looked at each other.