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The little lugger tacked and tacked again before we could make the mouth of the Gap; and, probably because he was too busy over Bigley and the boat, old Jonas said no more about the rope's end, but ran us right in over the pebble bar into the little river, when Binnacle Bill was sent over to our cottage to fetch some clothes for me and Bob, he being about my size, and till they came we lay in old Jonas's bed.
"We heard in a roundabout way that Mr. Brown was paying attention to a young lady." This crisis safely passed, gossip revived and took on new life, in the course of which Mrs. Berry gathered a few details regarding the bride-elect. Talk had not proceeded far, however, when Mrs. Harmon rose and stationed herself behind Jonas's kitchen table.
I suppose, after a while," this he said with a grave smile, "that you may be wanting to turn in and help." I did not make any answer to this, for Jonas was, at that moment, summoned to the house, but it gave me an idea. In fact, it gave me two ideas. The first was that Jonas's remark was not entirely respectful.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha!" came in a mocking laugh, that from its hoarse harshness was evidently old Jonas's, and the lugger heeled over now and began to skim through the water. "Why, they're going to run for it," I cried excitedly. "But the cutter will sink them," panted Bigley. "Oh, father, father, why didn't you take me too?" "Never mind that, Big," I cried. "Look, they're going to row to the cutter."
He turned loose his "string," now reduced to two yoke, and went into the house. While it was no unusual thing for Jonas to go into the house, it was seldom that he stayed long, for which reason Mrs. Berry tarried at the window in expectation of getting another sight of him. While she was thus waiting she saw Mrs. Harmon making her way across the open. Evidently she was bound for Jonas's house.
"The work stops till you get well." Harden stood up to survey his and Jonas's surgical job with considerable satisfaction. "We'll hurry on down to the Ferry and get you to a doctor." Milton sank back with a groan, then hoisted himself to his elbow to say: "You fellows change your clothes quick, now." The men looked at each other, half guilty. "What is it!" cried Milton.
It was rather dark, for the doors were closed; and yet sufficient light came through the crevices of Jonas's cabinet, to enable him to see the various objects around him, though he took very little notice of them.
At last, at the sound of Jonas's footstep in the hall, he lifted his head, turned off the light above the painting, crossed to his desk and, dropping the still unopened envelope into a secret drawer, locked it and put the key in his pocket. The following morning Senator Havisham came to see Enoch.
Holiday, in explaining the plan, "and so there will not be quite room for us all in the carryall. Besides, we shall want Jonas's help, probably, in the expedition, and then the wagon will be a good thing to bring back our treasures in." "O father," said Rollo, "we shall not get more than a carryall full."
From the green bench under the poplar, the tavern porch on Main Street could just be seen; and at a little before twelve Jonas's lean, shambling nags drew up before it. Mrs. Richie was very pale. David, fretting at the dullness of the morning, asked her some question, but She did not hear him, and he pulled at her skirt. "Does everything grow?" "Yes, dear, yes; I suppose so."
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