He started to row their boat toward the Gull.
"Oh, don't leave me!" wailed the man.
"I'm not going to," shouted back the elder Racer boy.
"What are you going to do?" asked his brother.
"Go back and get some grub, and my revolver with blank cartridges in it."
"What's that for?"
"You'll see."
The brothers were soon aboard their own sailing craft again, and Frank quickly secured the weapon, directing Andy to pack in a bag all the spare food on board, for the boys usually kept a supply in a small galley, in case they were ever becalmed over night.
"Here's some crackers, some cans of peaches, some peanuts and a lot of stale pop corn balls," announced Andy.
"That'll do. Get a dish, and bring along the can opener," ordered
Frank. "I guess that will do."