"Come right aboard.
But how are you going to get off your island again if your motor is laid up here to be fixed ?" "Oh, I'll use my rowboat," responded the old mariner, clambering down into the Flying Fish.

"Say, this is quite a right smart contraption, ain't she ?" "We think she is a pretty good little boat," modestly replied Rob, taking his place at the wheel.

"Now, then, Merritt, start up that engine." "Hold on a minute!" shouted Tubby.

"We forgot the dog." Sure enough, Skipper was dashing up and down the wharf in great distress at the prospect of being deserted.
"Put yer boat alongside that landin' stage at the end of the wharf," suggested his master.

"Skipper can get aboard from there, I reckon." Rob steered the Flying Fish round to the floating landing, to which an inclined runway led from the wharf.