“Maybe it will burn off after a time,” said Bob. “If we get to Newport before dark we can spend the night there. What’s the good of hurrying, anyhow? We haven’t got to get anywhere at any particular time.”
“Well, there’s Dan to think of. He’s homesick and wants to get to New York, you know.”
“The only thing I want to get is breakfast,” answered Dan. “And I intend to have butter with it, too. Tommy’s got to hike out and find some.”
“I won’t!” cried Tom from behind the partition. “I’m cook and don’t have to run errands.”
“We’ll see about that,” returned Dan grimly. Tom, who had begun to splash water in the basin again, ceased operations for a moment.
“I won’t, I won’t!” he called gleefully. “I’ve mutinied. Down with the captain! I’m going to scuttle the ship in a minute. Anyone seen the scuttle?”
“No, but several persons are going to see your finish when you come out,” answered Dan. “We’re going to string you to the yardarm.”
“There isn’t any!”
“Then we’ll keel-haul you, whatever that is.”
“I demand to be put in chains. Then I can’t go for butter.”