They were very busy that afternoon. Armed with a list of necessary supplies, they stormed one of the big grocery stores, and a smaller but very interesting emporium where everything from a sail needle to a half-ton anchor was to be found.
Bob listened to the order at the grocery with misgivings. “I don’t for the life of me see where we’re going to stow all that truck, Nelson,” he said.
“Oh, there’s more room on the Vagabond than you think,” was the cheerful response.
“And he’s not referring to Tommy, either,” added Dan.
“You fellows are having lots of fun with me, aren’t you, this trip?” asked Tom, mildly aggrieved.
“And the trip hasn’t really begun yet,” laughed Nelson. “Don’t you care, Tommy, you’re all right. Let’s see, did we have pepper down? Yep. Well, I guess that’s all, isn’t it?”
“How about oil?” asked Tom.
“Oil? Do we need it? Look here, you don’t think you’re going to feed us on salad, do you?”
“If it’s seaweed salad, I pass,” said Bob.
“No,” answered Tom, “but I thought you always carried oil in case of a storm; to pour on the water, you know.”