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"There's a bo't layin' up in that cove that's drowned two men," he said solemnly. "There was a lady with 'em, but she was saved. I understand they'd been drinking heavy." Betty looked at the boat with awe where it lay with the stern under water and the bows ashore and all warped apart. "Isn't she good for anything?" she asked.
Presently she stepped down, and we continued our way homeward. "You an' me, we'll take a bo't an' go out some day and see mother," she promised me. "'Twould please her very much, an' there's one or two sca'ce herbs grows better on the island than anywhere else. I ain't seen their like nowheres here on the main."
"This child here," said Thinkright, while Sylvia's eyes grew more eager. "It's just the thing for the basin." "Thinkright, you haven't bought me a boat!" the girl cried. He shook his head and smiled. "No, not I. Your Uncle Calvin has sent you this." "And if it hain't got the durndest name for a yaller bo't that ever I see," remarked Cap'n Lem. "Yes," added Thinkright.
Procesh!" And they went on. I'm reconstructing my show. I've bo't a collection of life size wax figgers of our prominent Revolutionary forefathers. I bo't 'em at auction, and got 'em cheap. Ever as always yours, There is some fun outside the Fair Ground. Any number of mountebanks have pitched their tents there, and are exhibiting all sorts of monstrosities to large and enthusiastic audiences.
"I didn't say. An' he didn't tell me, neither. Fellers like him ain't never ready with their names. Maybe he calls himself Moreton Kenyon. Y' see he was the same as handed the farm over, an' you tol' me, back ther' in Leeson Butte, you'd bo't Moreton Kenyon's farm. 'Moreton Kenyon! Sort o' high-soundin' name for such a scallawag. I don't never trust high-soundin' names.
I don't want no abler bo't than a good dory, an' a nice light breeze ain't goin' to make no sea; an' Johnny's my cousin's son, mother'll like to have him come; an' he'll be down to the herrin' weirs all the time we're there, anyway; we don't want to carry no men folks havin' to be considered every minute an' takin' up all our time.
Them Despards'd kill a man for $10. One of 'em, Hilt Despard's onto the bo't with him, pretendin' to be a sport, an' they've drapped out. The rest the gang's jes' waitin' fo' the wind to lay, down b'low, an' down by Plum P'int, some'rs, Mr. Man'll sudden come daid." The fisherman had been alone so much that the pent-up conversation of weeks flowed uninterruptedly.
It was real sweet and quiet except for a good many birds and the sea rollin' up on the beach; but at last she rose, an' I did too, and she kissed me and held my hand in hers a minute, as if to say good-by; then she turned and went right away out o' the door and disappeared. "The minister come back pretty soon, and I told him I was all ready, and we started down to the bo't.
"Oh no, I never thought o' any one else for comp'ny, if it's convenient for you, long's poor mother ain't come. I ain't nothin' like so handy with a conveyance as I be with a good bo't. Comes o' my early bringing-up. I expect we've got to make that great high wagon do. The tires want settin' and 'tis all loose-jointed, so I can hear it shackle the other side o' the ridge.
But if Peters bo't rights an' ken prove it, why, he's the right to sell 'em on to any feller who comes along, which kind o' turns my ranch into common land. Nothin' doin'. No, siree!" Jeff had abandoned his search of the papers. Nor was he regarding either of the men. His eyes were directed through the lacing of creeper, his gaze concentrated upon the purple vista of the hills.
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