“Besides, it’s going to storm,” went on the captain, seeing a look in Bob Somers’ eyes which indicated a settled determination.
“We have everything to protect us from the weather, sir. It’ll be a regular lark. Coming, fellows?”
“Bet your life!” cried Tom, enthusiastically.
Charlie Blake, however, held back.
“Oh, look here, Bob, what’s the use?” he demurred. “We might miss ’em, and have all our trouble for nothing. It isn’t safe, either, traveling——”
“Well, if you’re afraid, that ends it,” put in Tom, loftily.
“Who said I was afraid?” snapped the “grind.”
“Oh, nobody, of course,” said Tom, looking very wise.
“Then don’t chatter like a goose.”
“Did I ever hear of such nerve! If——”