Then the girls prepared breakfast with all haste.
Lesher ate but little, but eagerly tossed off the glass of liquor Dick allowed him.
"Give me one more," he pleaded, but Dick was firm, and the mate stalked away muttering under his breath.
Before Dick entered the rowboat he called Jerry aside, and handed the old sailor a pistol.
"We had better go armed," he said.

"Keep your eyes open, for they may try to play us a foul trick.

And don't let Lesher talk you into obeying him.

He has no authority whatever over you." "All right, Dick, I'll stand by ye always from this minit on," said Jerry, and the compact was sealed by a handshake.
The girls came down to see them off, and Dora warned Dick again to be on guard.

It was decided that Lesher and old Jerry should do the rowing.