The "Fat Marie" was already alongside the long dock, but she now
moved up a little further to make room for her companion boat,
the "River Queen," which latter Phil had nicknamed the
"Yellow Peril."
"Let's see, where do we stow our belongings, Phil?"
"On the 'Fat Marie.'"
"If that name don't sink her, nothing will," said Teddy, with a
broad grin. "I hope the boat floats better than Fat Marie did
when she fell in the creek last season. If not, we're lost.
Let's go on board and find out where we are going to live."
"After we speak to Mr. Sparling. Is there anything we can do to
help you, Mr. Sparling?" asked Phil, stepping up to the owner of
the show, who, hatless, coatless, his hair looking as if it had
not been combed in days, was giving orders in sharp, short
sentences, answering questions and shouting directions almost in
the same breath.
"Oh, is that you, Phil?"
"It is myself, sir," smiled the lad. "How are you
getting along?"
"Much better than I had hoped. You see the 'Little Nemo' is
already loaded. The 'Fat Marie' is well loaded and the 'Queen'
is taking stuff on board at a two-forty gait.
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