"I'm glad you came along," he said; and added with a glance at Mrs. Bangs, and in a lower tone, "I haven't sailed very much, to tell the truth. We do—er—mostly rowing in the Green Pond Fishing Club."
They came up to the landing in sailor fashion, and the party stepped out.
"Glad to see yer back," remarked Coombs. "Got just a bit worried about you. You came in nicely, though."
Mr. Bangs smiled good-naturedly.
"Well," he said, "the fact is, I've got a crew. They are old sailors. You ought to have seen them reef her quicker'n scat. They're going along with me after this, for the rest of their stay—and their friends, too. My wife says she's got enough sailing."
"I should say I had," said Mrs. Bangs.
CHAPTER XIV
THE FORTUNE-TELLER
Mr. Bangs proved to be a genial companion in the days that followed. Nothing suited him better than to fill up the Flyaway with the crew of campers and go sailing on the pond. No longer seeking to support a fallen dignity as skipper, he was pleased to receive instruction from Henry Burns and Harvey, and even occasionally from Little Tim, in the art of sailing.