"And they're all good fellows. But I
want it distinctly understood that I'm going on the _Cockatoo_."
"Me too!" exclaimed Perry. "All of us fellows must go on the _Cockatoo_.
We were the first."
"But suppose Corwin's boat won't hold five?" said Han.
"We can squeeze eight into the _Cockatoo_, if we have to," said Steve.
"Joe, you cut along and find Corwin and bring him up here. We might as
well settle the thing now."
"All right, but don't settle about the cruise while I'm gone," answered
Joe. "I'll have him here in ten minutes."
When the meeting adjourned that evening the club had added six new
members and enlarged its fleet by the addition of the cabin-cruiser,
_Follow Me_. It was just half-past ten when Joe and Steve produced the
last of their supply of ginger-ale from under the window-seat and,
utilising glasses, tooth-mugs and pewter trophies, the members present
drank success to the Adventure Club.
CHAPTER III
CAST OFF!
Some two weeks later, or, to be exact, sixteen days, making the date
therefor, the eighth day of July, a round-faced, freckle-cheeked youth
in a pair of khaki trousers, white rubber-soled shoes, a light flannel
shirt that had once been brown and was now the colour of much diluted
coffee and a white duck hat sat on the forward deck of a trim motor-boat
with his feet suspended above the untidy water of a slip.
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