"I ought to put you two in irons," spoke Betty, but with a smile. "I
believe that is what is done with stowaways."

"Couldn't you ship us before the mast?" asked Will, with a chuckle.
"That is the very latest manner of dealing with gentlemen who are
unexpectedly carried off on a cruise."

"Unexpectedly?" asked Grace, with meaning.

"Certainly," went on her brother. "We just happened to come aboard to
look over the boat, Frank and I. Then Paul wandered down here, and
before we knew it we heard you coming. For a joke we hid under the
bunks, and thought to give you a little scare. We didn't think you
were going for a spin, but when you started we just made up our minds
to remain hidden until you got far enough out so you wouldn't want to
turn back. That's what stowaways always do," he concluded.

"I'm glad you do things as they ought to be done," remarked Betty,
swinging the wheel over. She had changed her mind about going ashore
after an officer.

"Dot any tandy?" asked Paul again.

"Do give him some, if you have any," begged Will. "We bribed him with
the promise of some to keep quiet. Surely he has earned it."

"Here," said Grace, impulsively, as she extended some to the tot, who
at once proceeded to get as much outside his face as into his mouth.
Then she added rather sternly: "I don't think this was very nice of
you, Will. Betty didn't invite you aboard."