Yours sincerely,
CHARLES FARNHAM.
CHAPTER III
BACK TO THE WATER
Stuffing the letter into a pocket, Jack reached for his cap, and hurried out to summon his crew, consisting of George Santo.
“All hands on deck!” he said. “Mr. Mate, we’re going to start work right away. There are only three weeks of May left, and before long we’ll have Holden’s Ferry going.”
“Aye, aye, sir,” replied the mate, “if ever we do get her floated.”
“If!” cried Jack. “You talk like a codfish. Of course we’re going to get her floated! Before we do another thing, though, I’m going to hold a war council with your dad. He knows best how we can tackle the job.”
They hurried to the boat-builder’s yard, where Tony was found at work.
“Mr. Farnham has given me that sloop,” Jack cried as he approached. “See, here’s his letter.”