The lockers were all filled to capacity, for both Pud and Tim had found it necessary to take along a great many things not usually considered essential to such a voyage. Harmon alone had arrived in light marching order, his effects consisting principally of a blue cotton shirt and a mouth-organ. Mrs. Pringle had censored the boys’ list of rations with a stern hand, and when she had finished Pud had voiced the dismal prophecy that he and Tim――not to mention Harmon――would undoubtedly starve to death long before the week was up. Mrs. Pringle had supplied the larder with essentials only, although at the last moment she had consented to two dozen bottles of tonic and had added a cake of her own baking. Pud had supplied a dozen bananas and Tim had thoughtfully bought five bars of chocolate not too generously studded with almonds. Mr. Pringle had dug out his camping outfit in the garret: an ‘A’ tent, slightly mildewed but whole, two folding canvas cots, a folding stove, an aluminum cooking-kit, and a carbide lantern, and Mrs. Pringle had provided blankets, towels, a great deal more soap than Pud considered necessary, several tin plates and cups and various other impedimenta. Pud and Tim had each taken a change of clothes, swimming trunks, a sweater, and a rubber coat; and at the last moment Tim had scurried home to get a gray flannel shirt! Both boys had taken a wealth of fishing paraphernalia, including a can of worms; Pud had put in his camera; Tim had bought a baseball and catcher’s mitten; Pud had provided an ancient musket that had lain in the attic for many years and hadn’t been used for nearly a century; Tim had fetched almost a complete set of tools selected from his father’s discarded implements; and there were numerous other items besides, many of which never emerged from the lockers until the _Kismet_ was back in her home port. One of such was an automobile horn that Tim had traded for with Lee Stiles, Egbert Stiles’s cousin. It made a perfectly glorious howl when you punched down on it, and Tim thought it would be a fine thing to mount it on the launch’s bow and blow it when they met other boats, but he forgot all about it afterward.