“That day has passed, I guess,” laughed John Clemens. “Perhaps it’s lucky for us, too, for we might get it ourselves.”
“Any one would have to be a pretty good shot to hit you with anything, String,” said Pop Sanders teasingly.
“Huh,” snorted John, but he made no other reply.
At this moment Captain Dodge approached.
“We’ve got to anchor, boys,” he said. “The wind is dead ahead of us here in the narrows and I think I’ll wait till it shifts.”
“We might all go to Coney Island then,” exclaimed Fred Button eagerly.
“And the wind might change almost any minute and we’d sail off and leave you behind,” laughed Captain Dodge. “Coney Island is just around that point, though, and you could row there in a little while.”
“I guess we’ll stay aboard if you’re thinking of leaving us,” said Fred. “I’d rather go to Buenos Aires than Coney Island.”
“That’s what I say,” exclaimed John Clemens.
“Can’t we do something to help around here?” asked Grant. “We’re only amateur sailors, but we’re anxious to do what we can.”