“Thought you said we were going to keep near the shore,” Tom objected. “We’re only a mile out now.” “Yes, bu-bu-bu-but we’re going farther every mi-mi-minute!” “Tommy’s getting scared,” said Dan. “You didn’t mind that little jaunt in Peconic Bay last summer.” “Well, that was a pu-pond and this is the ocean,” was the answer. “It looked mighty little like a pond at one time,” said Bob. “Besides, you could have drowned just as easy there as you can here, Tommy.” “Anyhow,” added Dan soothingly, “you couldn’t drown if you tried. You’re so fat you can’t sink.” “I can su-su-swim under water as well as you cu-cu-cu-can!” “What’s the town over there, Nelson?” Bob interrupted. “Winthrop; and that’s Nahant ahead. You might head her in a bit more until Tommy gets his sea legs.” Bob turned the wheel a mite and the launch’s bow swung further inshore. “What time is it?” asked Dan. “Just twelve,” answered Nelson, glancing at the clock. “Well, what time do we feed?” “About one, I suppose,” answered Nelson. “Who’s hungry?” Dan groaned. “I, for one. I could eat nails.” “Same here,” said Bob. “Tommy, you get busy, like a good little cookie, and fry a few thousand eggs.” “And make some coffee,” added Dan. “All right,” Tom replied. “Only there’s a lot of canned baked beans down there. What’s the matter with those?” “Search me,” said Dan. “Suppose you heat some up and we’ll find out. Beans sound better than eggs to yours truly.” “I suppose that, as Tom’s the cook, he had better give us what he thinks best,” said Nelson. “Maybe,” Dan replied, “only it gives him a terrible power over the rest of us. If he should get a grouch, we might have nothing but pilot bread and water.” “You’ll have to be good to me,” said Tom with a grin as he started down the steps to the engine room. “Oh, we will be,” answered Dan earnestly; and to give weight to his words he aided Tom’s descent with a gentle but well-placed kick. “You get short rations for that,” sung out the cook from below. “If I do, I’ll go down there and eat up the ice box!” “Say, Nelson,” sang out Bob, “what about that sloop over there? It looks as though she was trying to cross. Who has the right of way?” “She has. Keep astern of her,” answered Nelson. “Say!” came a disgusted voice from below. “We haven’t any can opener!” “Thunder!” exclaimed Nelson. “Is that so? Have you looked among the knives?” “Looked everywhere,” answered Tom, “except up on deck.” “Use your teeth, Tommy,” suggested Dan. “Let the beans go, and fry some eggs,” called Bob. “Use the potato knife,” said Nelson, “and we’ll get a new one when we go shopping.” “All right,” answered Tom. “If I bust it—there!” “Did you?” laughed Dan. “Short off! Say, Bob, lend me your knife a minute, will you?” A howl of laughter arose, and Tom’s flushed face appeared at the companion way. “Well, I’ve got to get the lid off somehow, haven’t I?” he asked with a grin. “Not necessarily with my new knife,” answered Bob.