quite feasible, especially as Dick volunteered to sit on the railing.
“There’s another thing we’ll have to have,” said Chub, “and that’s a place to wash when Harry’s with us. Suppose we haul that little green chest out here and put a tin basin on it. We could bring water from the kitch—the galley.”
“That’s all right,” laughed Roy, “but why not use your precious folding bucket and dip the water out of the river?”
“I hadn’t thought of that,” Chub responded. “That’s a good scheme. We’ll hang it on a nail, over the basin.”
“Where the mischief are we going to keep those extra cots when we’re not using them?” Dick asked.
“I found just the place for them,” Chub replied. “We’ll lean them up in the passage beyond the bedroom door and keep the outside door at that end closed. We don’t need to use it anyway.”
Other problems were solved, and then luncheon, which they had brought with them, was spread on the table in the forward cabin and they set to with
