“Speaking of buckets,” said Jack as, the fire burning briskly, he arose to his feet, “have we got one?”
“Two,” said Bee. “They’re in there. Why?”
“Well, you watch this fire and keep it going and I’ll take the bucket and get the water.”
“I refuse to drink salt water!” exclaimed Hal.
“Who said anything about salt water?” laughed Jack. “I’m going to bring you some of the best water there is.”
“Wh—where are you going to get it?” demanded Hal and Bee in chorus.
“Out of the Crystal Spring,” answered Jack as he swung off down the hill to the wharf. “She’s half-full of it!”
“Gee, I never thought of that!” ejaculated Bee, subsiding on the ground with his tea-kettle still tightly clutched.
“It seems to me,” said Hal sternly, “that there’s a whole lot you never thought of.”
Bee had nothing to say. He only added more wood to the fire and in silence watched Jack jump into the dory and pull out to the sloop. For the rest of the evening he was chastened in spirit.