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He remained with Bert for another hour, but all the time Fred brooded over the fact that Dick & Co. were to have their canoe after all. "At that, I don't know that they will have their canoe," Fred remarked darkly to himself as he started homeward. Shortly after midnight Fred Ripley sneaked away from his home, turning his face in the direction of Hiram Driggs' boatyard.
The springtide sun set ruddily and frostily across the Sound; and as the fiery ball hung for a moment on the western shore, a broad pathway like a pathway of rippling blood, or deep-tinged, running gold, went in a line from Ian Davey's boatyard to the Cornish coast. "An omen!" cried Dan, seeing with the eye of the superstitious sailor. "We sail to wealth over a golden sea." Nick shook his head.
"And, as this hotel is right at the water front, and within two jumps of the boatyard, I guess we'd better stay here until we get settled." While the two chums were discussing the whole matter in eager, low tones, a few things may be told about them that will make their present situation clearer. Jack Benson, an only son, had been orphaned, three years before, at the age of thirteen.
"But he needn't think he can prove anything against me," Fred muttered to himself, as he started down the street. "Of course, I know I lost that chisel last night, and Driggs may have found it in his boatyard. But he can't prove that the chisel belongs to me, or to our house. There are lots more chisels just like that one.
"Fellows," stated Captain Jack, earnestly, "as long as we work for this pair of men I'm never going to be uneasy again over anything but displeasing them. They're bricks! They can count on us, every time!" Up the street, a little way past the gate of the boatyard, the Melville party had halted to light cigars.
"Are you bossing this job all the way through?" demanded Joshua Owen, angrily, stepping forward. "Mr. Farnum, Mr. Pollard, if these boys are to have charge of this work, I may as well stop." "What's the matter?" asked Mr. Farnum, coining forward. "This younker is grumbling about the red lead cement," snapped the irate foreman. "What's the complaint, Benson?" asked the boatyard owner.
Luckily this boatyard was near the upper part of the city, so that they did not have to pass along the entire water front, in constant danger of a spill from the many vessels moving about, great tows of coal barges such as they had seen on the river many times, ocean steamers, ferry boats, sailboats and numerous other river craft propelled by steam, gasoline or sails.
Now, smiling quietly, they returned to the yard. The crowd broke up. The Melville party kept on to the hotel of Jabez Holt not far away. Capital, backed by energy, can often accomplish wonders. On the next day after the Melville squall in the boatyard office, Jacob Farnum, looking out of a window, and through the open gateway, saw three heavily-laden lumber trucks go by.
"I awake in a boatyard after having gone to sleep in a dismantled barge." "Barge!" The word "barge" struck Cleggett unexpectedly; he was not aware that he had given a start and frowned. "Mercy!" exclaimed Lady Agatha, "how the dear man glares! What should I call it? Scow?" "Scow?" said Cleggett.
Now if anyone should know of Carver's purpose, it would be Colin Lothian, and my uncle questioned him on the subject. "Colin," said he, "they tell me that Carver is gettin' a new boat frae Kirkwall. D'ye ken what he means to do wi' it?" "That's piper's news," said Colin. "I heard that three or four weeks syne; and I hae seen the boat mysel', on the stocks at Allan Dewar's boatyard.
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