"Take him, Rowdy," he added with a laugh.
"Ah is not in trouble wid mah feet," protested Doright. "If youall wants
valuable help, jes' call on me. Mah name's Doright."
"And we'll leave Rowdy here to guard the boat so Wyckoff and his gang
don't get aboard," suggested Harry, drawing on his jacket.
"You will not," cried Arnold. "Rowdy goes with the crowd."
"We can't all get into the boat," protested Jack. "How shall we manage
that? Counting Mr. Harrison and Rowdy and Doright and Carlos and Charley
and Frank and Arnold and Tom and Harry and myself, there's ten of us.
That's four more than the boat will carry."
"I think I can fix you out in good shape," suggested Harrison, now
becoming thoroughly interested. "I saw several of those big flat
bottomed oyster boats a ways back as I came to your vessel some time
ago. I believe with a little persuasion I could get one."
"Will it take us all?" inquired Harry anxiously.
"I believe it will and more, too, if necessary."
"Then let's get it and be away. I'm getting nervous about the delay. I
can understand why Wyckoff gets excited at strangers."
Accordingly Harrison departed in quest of the large boat he had seen. In
a short time the boys heard the sound of oars and discovered him rowing
the skiff towards the Fortuna.
"I have the boat all right," he cried as he approached the vessel, "but
there is no painter. We haven't a thing to make fast with."
"We've got plenty of line," asserted Jack.
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