"Yes and the cabin," put in Jim. "Of course," he said, smiting his chest, "the commodore must have a cabin and we want a place where we can store things and keep them dry."
"She will look like quite a boat," said Tom. "I suppose you will want to rig up a sail, too?"
"Never mind about the sail now, Tom," said our new commodore with dignity. "You landlubbers can go ashore, I'm going to sleep abroad."
Tom and I decided that we preferred to be on terra firma as we were more used to it, so we slept in camp, leaving Jim on his beloved yacht.
CHAPTER XIX
WE START
The next few days were as busy as the preceding ones, except that the work was not as heavy.
When we went down to the river in the morning we found Jim busily at work. He was bending over, driving a nail in a board on the side and I struck him fairly with a carefully aimed clod of earth.
"Hello, commodore, how are you this morning?" I inquired. "Were you seasick last night?"