but good pirates are few and far between, these days.”
“Oh, come on and talk sense,” begged Dick. “How much will it cost us for grub?”
“Well, let me see,” responded Chub, turning to his paper. “I suppose about two cases of eggs—But, look here, we haven’t decided how long we’re going to cruise.”
“A month,” said Roy.
“Two months,” said Dick. “Anyway, we can’t buy enough eggs at the start to last us all the time. Eggs should be fresh.”
“We’ll get eggs and vegetables as we go along,” said Roy. “What we have to have to start with are staples.”
“Mighty hard eating,” murmured Chub. “Why not use plain nails?”
This was treated by the others with contemptuous silence.
“We’ll need flour, coffee, tea, salt, rice, cheese—”
“Pepper,” interpolated Dick.
“Baking-powder, sugar, flavoring extracts—”
“Mustard,” proposed Chub, “for mustard plasters, you know.”
