“Great Scott, what names!” laughed Bob.
“Well, now you know your route,” said Dan gravely. “I guess you fellows are pretty glad you’ve got me with you to show you the way. Talk about your Navigating Officers!”
“Tommy, do you think you could find the wharf?” asked Bob.
“Huh, I can see it,” said Tom.
“Then suppose you drop lightly into the tender and row ashore and buy us some provisions. Dan’s finished the butter, and we need some fresh meat and bread, don’t we?”
“Yep, and eggs. You fellows needn’t wait for me to get back before you start on the brass. Go ahead and enjoy yourselves.”
“That’s all right, Tommy,” Dan answered. “We’ll save your share for you.”
“Well, let’s get at it,” said Nelson. “We want the launch looking her best when we reach Newport. It won’t do to put into a swell place like that with dirty paint.”
“No,” said Dan. “I think we might even insist on Tommy’s washing his face.”
“It’s as clean as yours,” retorted Tom from the tender.