“Who’s going to cook?” asked Tom.
“You are,” said Bob.
“Heaven help us all!” cried Dan.
“Huh! I’ll bet I can cook better than you can,” Tom replied indignantly.
“Get out! I’ll bet you can’t tell why is a fried egg!”
“Oh, you dry up! What’s he going to do, fellows?”
“Me?” said Dan. “I’m going to be lookout, and sit on the bow and yell ‘Sail ho!’ and ‘There she blows!’”
“Let’s have an election,” suggested Bob. “I nominate Nel for Captain.”
“Make it Admiral,” amended Dan.
“All in favor of Nel for Captain will say——”