"Oh, that can't happen," exclaimed Harry. "The tide's turned already, and doesn't reach the canoes."
"I'm going to sleep on the sand," remarked Joe. "It's softer than the bottom of my canoe, and there isn't any sign of rain."
"You don't catch me sleeping anywhere except in my canoe," said Harry. "There isn't any bed more comfortable than the Sunshine."
"Can you turn over in her at night?" asked Joe.
"Well, yes; that is, if I do it very slow and easy."
"The bottom board is a nice soft piece of wood, isn't it?" continued Joe.
"It's pine-wood," replied Harry, shortly. "Besides, I sleep on cushions."
"And you like to lie stretched out perfectly straight, don't you?"
"I like it well enough—much better than I like to see a young officer trying to chaff his Commodore," returned Harry, trying to look very stern.
"Oh, I'm not trying to chaff anybody!" exclaimed Joe. "I was only wondering if your canoe was as comfortable as a coffin would be, and I believe it is—every bit as comfortable."