“All aboard!” cried Dan. “Swing her around, Mr. Navigating Officer. Ho, for the deep blue sea!”
“We’ll make Shelter Island,” said Nelson, “and have a civilized dinner once more. Does that suit you chaps?”
“Sounds good to me,” answered Tom.
“Me, too,” said Bob.
“Any old place will suit me,” cried Dan as he seized Barry and tried to waltz him about the cockpit. “Any old place so long as it’s on the water. A sailor’s life for us, eh, Barry?”
And Barry barked wildly, possibly in assent.
THE END
BY RALPH HENRY BARBOUR.
The Spirit of the School.