The two boys, captain and first mate, lived aboard and took their meals wherever they could get them.

They were there just six days and had a very happy if unexciting time.

Several absurd epistles reached them from Camden, all of which indicated that the other members of the Adventure Club were enjoying themselves hugely.

At last, shining with new paint and polished brass and refurnished with new curtains, the _Adventurer_ slid down the railway again, floated out from the cradle and pointed her nose toward Penobscot Bay.

In the middle of a bright Friday afternoon she dropped anchor alongside her companion craft, Phil doing wild and ecstatic things with the whistle and eliciting no response from the _Follow Me_.
Steve and Phil donned proper shore-going togs and tumbled into the dingey.