It was the captain's turn to look astonished.
"YOU want to get on board the 'Wanderer,' eh?"
"I have told you we were to ship on her--we were to work on board."
"We were to work at whatever we were set at."
"Hm-m-m!" mused the red-faced skipper. "Had your breakfast?"
"No, sir; we have not had anything to eat since we ate luncheon yesterday noon."
The captain led the way aft over the decks, along a walk at the side of the hatches, which the lads observed were snugly battened down. Their conductor passed on by the engine house, clear to the stern of the vessel, where he entered the door of the deck-house.
"Jake!" he called sharply, poking his head into the room.
A white-capped, white-aproned man suddenly made his appearance.
Jake surveyed the boys critically before replying.
"_Ja_," he said, turning back into his kitchen.
"Sit down at the table. When you have finished eating come forward and I will talk with you."
"Thank you. Where shall we find you, sir?" asked Rush.
"If I'm not in the wheel house I'll be somewhere else."
"I hope you won't take it into your head to meet us in the hold," interjected Jarvis. "We have had hold enough to hold us for the rest of our lives."
"Don't get smart, young man," snapped the master, turning and leaving the room.
"I wouldn't get funny with the captain, were I in your place," warned Steve. "He evidently doesn't appreciate your jokes. Smell that breakfast?"
"You bet I do, but smelling won't help much."
Jake soon brought in a satisfying meal, to which the boys helped themselves liberally. The cook stood about watching them questioningly for a time, but, as the boys seemed too busy to open a conversation with him, he turned back to his galley with a deep grunt of disapproval.
After having finished their meal the Iron Boys went out on deck, where for a time they stood leaning over the rail looking down into the foaming water slipping past the side of the ship.
"We had better be going forward, Bob," suggested Steve.
On the way forward they passed several deck hands at work. Some were sweeping, others washing down the decks with a hose and a scrub brush.
"That's going to be our job, I guess," grinned Bob.
"Then, it's me for the mines, Steve Rush!"
Inquiring for the captain, they were told that he was in his cabin just under the pilot-house. They hurried there, and, knocking, were told to enter. The captain's quarters they found, to their surprise, to be luxurious. There was an observation room extending across the ship, with eight windows in front, looking out on the sea ahead of the ship. Off from this observation room and to the rear of it were two handsome bedrooms, furnished with brass bedsteads and hung with silk draperies.