“Si, senor,” replied one of the rowers. “Take you all; no sink the boat.”
Although the boat sank nearly to the gunwales when they were all on board, and they were uncomfortably crowded, still the water was calm and the trip to the yacht, which was anchored about a quarter of a mile out, was made without any mishap.
“Well, what do you think of my ship?” asked the professor, when they drew up alongside the Storm King.
“She’s as pretty as—as—” began Jo.
“As a picture,” added Tom.
“As a pink,” supplemented Juarez.
“As she can be,” finished Tom.
“Wait until you get on board,” interposed the professor.
“We have been on board,” put in Jim.