CHAPTER XVII
THE FUND GROWS
They parted from Brose Wilkins half an
hour later. The work of fixing up the
Pequot Queen for Miss Comfort's accommodation
seemed shorn of all difficulties. They were to
start in the morning on the gangway between boat
and shore, Bob supplying the material and Brose
the tools. "Better get that up first," said the
latter, "so's you can get aboard without wading.
You don't need to bring much material, fellers.
There's a pile of second-hand stuff over on our
wharf we can make use of. Don't forget the
spikes, though. I ain't got any spikes. Well,
see you fellers again."
Brose pushed off the launch with a foot, jumped nimbly aboard, and waved a long, lean hand. And just then Laurie remembered something.
"Hold on," he called. "We haven't paid you!"
"To-morrow," said Brose. "It won't be but
