Perry and Phil Street had been taken care of by Steve, and Joe had had Neil, Han and Ossie as his guests.

At Bay Shore, on the south side of Long Island, the _Follow Me_ was awaiting them impatiently.

The _Follow Me_ had been ready to put to sea for a full week.
Although Steve and Joe had provisioned the _Cockatoo_--which, by the way, was no longer the _Cockatoo_, but the _Adventurer_, having been renamed during the process of painting--the crew had not been altogether idle during their wait.

Each had thought of something further to add.
Ossie, who, as a special favour, was to be allowed to try his hand at cooking, had made several trips between a big department store on Fulton Street and had returned to the basin laden each time with mysterious packages, many of which rattled or clinked when deposited in the galley.
Perry had purchased an inexpensive talking machine and a dozen records.
Neil had contributed a patent life-preserver that looked like a waistcoat to be used by an Arctic explorer and was guaranteed to keep Barnum and Bailey's fat man afloat.

Phil had supplied the cabin with magazines, few of them, to Perry's chagrin, of the sort anyone but a "highbrow" would care to tackle.