“I give it up,” answered Dick.
“So do I,” said Roy and Harry in unison.
“And you, Chub?”
“Well, of course I could get it in time, but as the others are impatient, I won’t stand in their way, sir.”
“Very kind of you, sir,” said the doctor. “It’s a ship.”
Every one said “Oh!”—every one save Chub.
“I should have guessed that next,” he remarked easily.
“Oh, what a fib, Chub!” said Harry. “You’d never have guessed it, and you know it.”
“I don’t quite see what you mean about ‘nails and no toes,’” said Dick.
“Don’t you? Why, a ship’s put together with nails, Dick.”