I don't
think the captain will wish to go out in the evening," said Harriet.
He shook his head.
"Certainly not," declared Mrs. Livingston. "And now, sir, what about
your meals--the board for yourself and your man?"
"Get my own. He goes away early in the morning. Sleep on board, too.
You needn't worry about me. Got any gear you want to get aboard?"
"Gear?" questioned the Chief Guardian blankly.
"Dunnage?" nodded the skipper. "Anything you want to bring aboard?" he
shouted.
"No, thank you, nothing at present," answered Harriet.
"Man will fetch it off before he goes away if there is. Don't ask me
to do any packing."
"Our young women are perfectly able to help themselves," replied Mrs.
Livingston with dignity. "I suppose, however, that having only one
rowboat you will come ashore for us whenever we wish to go out?" she
added.
The captain shook his head. He was the most ungracious person they
ever had known. But when Harriet said they had better get word to Mr.
McCarthy at once, the captain changed his mind quickly. He said he
would come for them whenever they gave him the word. He told them,
further, that they would have to bring their own provisions when they
went out for a sail, but that he could show them how to catch some
fish if they desired to do so.
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