“Of course,” laughed Roy. “Let me see, to-day’s Friday; we ought to get breakfast about Sunday, eh?”
“Dick will have it all eaten by then,” said Chub sadly.
“Oh, we’ve already been two days on the trip,” answered Harry merrily. “We’ll be there in a few minutes now.”
“Hooray!” Chub shouted. “Land ho!”
“Where away?” asked Roy.
“Two points off the bow paddle,” answered Chub. “And, say, I can smell that bacon!”
A moment later they were aground on Inner Beach and Roy helped Harry out on to the sand. At the stove Dick was busily transferring slices of crisp bacon and golden-brown eggs on to the tin plates.
“Good morning, Harry,” he shouted. “You’re just in time. Have a fried egg?”
“No,” answered Chub, “she isn’t hungry. She says I can have hers.”