We drew lots.

If it hadn't been you, I don't believe the professor would have let us off.
Any way, we missed the noon train, and were afraid, all the way here, that we'd be too late.

Do you two fellows have to sleep in those 'cubby-holes' ?" "Certainly," said I; "they're big enough." "Don't believe it," said Harry Alden; "they're too short." "That's so," said Scott, who was rather tall for his age.

"Let's try 'em." This was agreed to on the spot, and all four of the boys took off their boots and got into the berths, while Rectus and I sat down on the little bench at the side of the room and laughed at them.

Tom Myers and his brother George both climbed into the top berth at once, and as they found it was a pretty tight squeeze, they both tried to get out at once, and down they came on Scott, who was just turning out of the lower berth,--which was too long for him, in spite of all his talk,--and then there was a much bigger tussle, all around, than any six boys could make with comfort in a little room like that.
I hustled Tom Myers and his brother George out into the dining-room, and the other fellows followed.
"Is this where you eat ?" asked Scott, looking up and down at the long tables, with the swinging shelves above them.
"No, this isn't where they eat," said Harry; "this is where they come to look at victuals, and get sick at the sight of them." "Sick!" said I; "not much of it." But the committee laughed, and didn't seem to agree with me.
"You'll be sick ten minutes after the boat starts," said Scott.
"We wont get into sea-sick water until we're out of the lower bay," I said.