“Are we sure to get back in a month?”
“Joe, when are you due back here?” called Mr. Jenkins.
“Middle of December,” came the reply.
“I’m most inclined to try it,” said Harvey, hesitatingly.
Mr. Jenkins slapped him on the back, then shook his hand warmly.
“You’re the right sort,” he said. “We’ll have a lark.”
And Harvey knew from that moment that, for better or worse, be it a foolish venture or not, he was in for it.
“What do I need to get for the trip?” he asked. “Guess I’d better step up into the town and buy some boots and oil-skins.”
A look of determination came into the face of Mr. Jenkins. It was as if he had made up his mind that Harvey should have no opportunity now of backing out.
“No, you don’t need to,” he said. “The captain’s got all that stuff, and he buys at wholesale, and you can get it cheaper of him. Wait till to-morrow, anyway, and if he can’t fit you, we’ll go ashore.”