"I don't see why you can't go," replied Mrs. Duncan. "I suppose there is no more danger of your getting drowned than there would be if you stayed at home."
"He will certainly be drowned, mother," added John.
"We shall be safe enough."
"Then you had better go."
"I have got a chance to let the Fawn for fifteen dollars; and that would be about as much as I should make if I stayed."
"And if you let her, I shall go skipper. Shan't I?" demanded John.
"I think not; Mr. Morrison will be his own skipper."
"Then I won't agree to it. I am part owner of the Fawn," said the first mate, pouting like a school-girl.
"You agreed to let me manage the Fawn at the beginning," added Paul. "You can't do anything with her alone, except run her on the rocks."
"I don't want you to manage me out of her in that manner," growled John. "I have as good a right in her as you have, and I don't mean to stay on shore here a whole week, sucking my fingers, when there is fun to be had."