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Updated: May 24, 2025
"Isn't the Hobo there?" shrieked Billoo. He turned his head on his fat neck, and at first he looked very angry, and then scared. We walked down to the pier, and then out on the float to get as big a water view as possible, but there wasn't so much as a row-boat in sight. "What can have happened?" said Sally. "I'm worried to death," I said.
But they're still building; and besides, what if the Hobo does break down? There's plenty to eat and drink, I hope. Nobody would suffer much." "No," said Billoo, "it would be no suffering for a business man to be storm-bound here during a probable panic in Wall Street! "I'm tired," I said, "of hearing you refer to yourself or any of these gentlemen as business men.
"You look as if you had been," I said courteously; but Billoo brushed the remark aside as if it had been a fly. "If we try to unload," he said, "the market begins to collapse. We can't unload, except a little at a time, and still prices get lower and lower and margins thinner and thinner.
Billoo swallowed some hasty thought or other, and began to look across at the mainland. My father owns all the land opposite the island, even the pier and the short road to the village of Stepping-Stone; and although there were several boats at the pier, there were no people, and the rest of the shore is nothing but thick woods. "We must telephone somewhere," said Billoo. "You can't," I said.
I had a stable door taken off its tracks and rigged with the canoe's sail; and we put a case of champagne on board, and a tub of ice, and bread, and cold meat, and butter, and jam, and cigars, and cigarettes, and liquors, and a cocktail shaker, and a bottle of olives stuffed with red peppers, for Billoo, and two kinds of bitters, and everything else to eat or drink that anybody could think of, and some camp-chairs, and cards for bridge, and score-pads, and pencils, and a folding table.
The splash that he made lifted the door half out of water, and shot it away from him, the wind filled its sail, and when Billoo came to the surface and looked for it, it was thirty feet off. Just as he reached it, he fetched an awful yell. He had been seized with cramps. Still, he had sense enough to cling to the door, and, when the first spasm of the cramp had passed, to sprawl himself upon it.
Billoo and Randall fell flat on their faces; everybody staggered; one umbrella and two hats went overboard and drifted away, and Sally and I sat down on the pier and laughed till we were helpless. The float had become a fixture in the landscape about two hundred and fifty yards out.
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