“The harbor master. What luck! Kennedy, will the fruit keep an extra day?”
“Yes, Johnny, easily. Been cool air all the way. Storm brought it.”
“Then we’re safe. We’re headed for Canada right now. Nothing can stop us. We’ll sell our cargo there, and no one to bother us.”
“But how about him, your Unwilling Guest?”
“We won’t charge him anything extra,” Johnny chuckled. “He’ll get a lot of good out of the trip, find the sea breeze up there quite bracing.” He was away on the double quick to notify the captain on the bridge.
Johnny was not the only one to note the sudden swing of the ship as she entered on her new course. The Unwilling Guest saw it and came storming down the deck.
“What does this mean?” he demanded angrily. “Changing course again? Another storm coming. Running again!” His tone was deeply scornful. “A day late, and running from a cloudless sky!”
“Not running. Just going somewhere,” said Johnny quietly. “Just going on our way. Going to Canada.”
“Canada! You said New York.”
“Changed our plans.”