“Is this it?” asked Roy interestedly, pointing to the plan before him.
“No, that’s only the sail-plan. The other’s at the Cove; Johnson has it.”
“That’s what you bought the lumber for!” exclaimed Chub. Dick nodded.
“Yes. And I’ve bought a lot more since then. It’s costing like anything, but it’s lots of fun. I want you all to go over with me Saturday and have a look at it.”
“How big is it, Dick?” asked Roy.
“It’s just a smallish one,” was the answer. “Twenty-nine feet long by eighteen wide.”
“Phew!” cried Roy. “It doesn’t sound small! When will it be done?”
“I don’t know; about a week, I guess. The worst thing is figuring about the sails. You see, I don’t know very much about sailing; never sailed anything in my life but a kite. So it’s puzzling, and I’m more than half guessing. Maybe the fool thing won’t go when it is done.”
“Course it’ll go,” said Chub. “A sail’s a sail.”
“I think it’s perfectly grand!” said Harry with awe. “Will you take me out in it, Dick, when it’s finished?”