“Good-by,” he said. “You and I’ll see each other again.”
“Well, we always have so far,” said the artist heartily as he shook hands.
“We’re bound to,” was the response. “I owe you for something since yesterday, you know, and I’ve got to pay that off. Until then, good-by.”
They all followed Billy out to the deck and watched while he jumped into the Minerva, which lay with idly flapping sail beside the Jolly Roger.
“What becomes of your boat?” asked Mr. Cole.
“I sold her this morning to the chap who brought her up for me. I’d have let her stay where she was if it hadn’t been for the few things on board of her. There was the can of mushrooms, you know. Brady and I are going to have those for supper when I get back!”