“Aye!” cried Dan and Tom.
“You’re elected, Nel.”
Nelson bowed impressively, hand on heart, and Barry barked loudly.
“Then Bob’s first mate,” said Nelson, “and you can be second, Dan. Tom’s going to be cook and purser.”
“How about Barry?” asked Bob.
“He’s the Sea Dog,” said Dan. “But look here, fellows; if we’re really going to get off to-morrow, we’d better be moving. What’s the programme for this afternoon, Nelson?”
“Buy supplies and get them down here. We’ll get dad to tell us what we need. It’s almost twelve o’clock, and we’d better light out now.”
“All right,” answered Dan, “but I hate to go. I’m afraid the boat may not be here when we get back. Don’t you think I’d better stay here and watch her?”
They passed out into the engine room, and Bob stopped to look at the engine curiously.
“Where’s the gasoline?” he asked.