were as they had been represented, since more than half the stock had
been consumed before the question was decided. Of course Ned and Joe
ate some of the dainties; but they only tasted of them, while
Bartholomew had a regular feast, and only stopped when, by eating as
much as possible, he had lost his appetite for such things..

After this repast was ended, and the remainder of the eatables packed
away in Joe's and
Ned's pockets, Bartholomew appeared to have lost his desire to show his
new acquaintances around the city; he still said that he would carry
them to New York on the following morning, but he seemed to think that
they should be able to care for themselves until then.

"I've got to lay 'round so's to find out whether anybody's goin' to be
on the boat this evenin'," he said, "an' you fellers had better wait on
the wharf awhile. Perhaps we can all sleep on board the boat to-night,
an' if we can, I'll come back for you and take you aboard."

"Where are you going now?" asked Joe.

" Over near where the boat is."

"Why can't we go with you?"

"It wouldn't do, 'cause somebody might see you, an' then they would
know what we was up to."

"What if they should?" asked Joe, quickly, beginning to think that the
yacht-owner did
not appear to have many rights on board of his own vessel. " Can't you