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Preston bounded off; Sam stood with the tackle in hand, silently at work. Daisy sat still on a stone near by, looking at him. "Were you hurt, Sam?" she asked, tenderly. "No, Miss Daisy." This answer was not discontented, but stoical. "As soon as you have done that, Sam, run down to Mrs. Dipper's, and maybe she can give you something dry to put on while your clothes can be hung out."
Preston bounded off; Sam stood with the tackle in hand, silently at work. Daisy sat still on a stone near by, looking at him. "Were you hurt, Sam?" she asked tenderly. "No, Miss Daisy." This answer was not discontented but stoical. "As soon as you have done that, Sam, run down to Mrs. Dipper's, and maybe she can give you something dry to put on while your clothes can be hung out."
I was one of the last to come away. We left to the strains of the National Anthem." Mr. Dipper's face assumed a perplexed expression. "Thank you, captain," he said. "My reason for asking the question is that Mr. Henshaw, who has a room here, has not come in." "Not come in?" Kelson repeated. "Too bad to keep you up, Mr. Dipper."
Silence on Sam's part. "Have you almost finished that?" "Yes, ma'am." "Then run off, Sam! Make haste to Mrs. Dipper's and get yourself dry and don't come back till you are quite dry, Sam." Sam finished his piece of work, flung down the line, and with a grateful "Thank you, Miss Daisy!" set off at a bound. Daisy watched him running at full speed down the brook till he was out of sight.
Guided by the Big Dipper, he moved directly toward the place where Jill should be waiting for him. By the angle of the Dipper's handle he knew that it was almost midnight. Jill would surely have known that nearly the worst had happened. He'd have to find her.... It was two o'clock when he reached the place where Jill had intended to wait. He showed himself openly. He called quietly.
The eyes of this object rolled in pain, but he gave no sign of relinquishing his hold, and again the painful whisper skipped through the abyss, "Who goes back from the alluvial?" Mr. Waples got a breathful of air from an explosion of bubbles, and boldly replied, "The Great Dipper's assistant."
The Dipper's calculation proved to be sufficiently accurate, the rope reaching from the vessel to the tree. As soon as this feat was accomplished, and it was done with sufficient readiness, though somewhat lubberly, twenty or thirty of the savages clapped on the warp, until they had tautened it to as great a strain as it would bear.
"Look by your foot, Harve," cried Dan below. Harvey saw half a dozen knives stuck in a cleat in the hatch combing. He dealt these around, taking over the dulled ones. "Water!" said Disko Troop. "Scuttle-butt's for'ard an' the dipper's alongside. Hurry, Harve," said Dan.
"But before any other conclusion can be fairly arrived at the police will have to account for the locked door." Evidently Mr. Dipper's lucubrations had not, so far, reached a satisfactory explanation of that puzzle; he could only wag his head and respond generally, "Ah, yes. That will be a hard nut for them to crack, I'm thinking."
But however that may be, its relative faintness at the present time interferes but little with the perfection of the ``Dipper's'' figure. In order the more readily to understand the changes which are taking place, it will be well to mention both the names and the Greek letters which are attached to the seven stars.
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