“No, sir. I’d be all right if you left me some oars.”
“Of course we’ll leave you oars,” said Nelson. “That’s settled then. But we want to get out pretty early and be back here before the folks along the wharves are taking notice.”
“Well,” said Dan, “we’ll get Tommy to wake us.”
“Hope you choke,” responded Tom dispassionately.
“Haven’t anything to choke on,” answered Dan. “Pass me the bread.”
“I don’t believe the telegraph office will be open until about eight o’clock,” said Bob. “And it isn’t likely that the Scout would get back to Sanstable to-night in time for the captain to telegraph. So I guess we’re safe until, say, nine to-morrow morning. That being the case, and Dan having eaten the last thing on the table, I will adjourn to the deck.”
“There’s some more coffee in the pot,” said Tom.
“Couldn’t drink another drop, Tommy. I’ve had three cups already. Come on, Barry; you and I’ll go up and look at the moon.”
“Isn’t any,” grunted Tom.
“What!” exclaimed Bob. “No moon? How careless of the weather man! Then we’ll look at the nice little lantern at the bow, Barry.”