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"We'll pay our full debt, Mr. Driggs, and pay you a load of thanks besides." "All right," nodded Driggs, jumping down off the truck, in haste to get away from the embarrassment of being thanked. "Some of you just hang around here until my man, Jim Snowden, gets up here with the truck.
Driggs," said Dick earnestly, "we're going to come in and try to thank you as we should." "If you do," retorted the boat builder gruffly, "I'll throw you all out. Our present business deal is completed, and the papers all signed. Git!" Driggs followed them out to show them how to launch the canoe with the least trouble. "Have any of you boys ever handled a paddle before?" inquired Hiram Driggs.
So the boys stood by, watching Driggs as he sorted the bundles of bark with the speed of a man who knows just what he wants. A quantity of the bark went on to the "worthless" heap, yet there was a goodly amount in each of the other piles by the time that the boat builder was through sorting it. "You've done first rate, boys," he announced at last.
"I was trying to free myself, like mad, you may be sure, when all at once I didn't know anything more. You fellows must have had a job prying my foot loose." "It was something of a job," Dick smiled, "especially as our time was so limited down there at the bottom with you. The river must be twenty feet deep at that point." "All of that," affirmed Hiram Driggs.
That's what Aunt Patricia told Mrs. Driggs. I never want to run away again as long as I live. Oh, if you'll only forgive me and let me stay, I'd rather be your little boy than anybody else's in the whole world!" The doctor gathered him closer in his arms and kissed him. "Do you think that anything in the whole world could make me give you up, my little Philip?" he said.
"But you don't consider the matter as important enough, then, to interest the police?" "I wouldn't think o' bothering the police force about a trifling little matter like this," returned Driggs carelessly. Just as soon, however, as the policeman had gone, Driggs darted into his private office. There he took up the telephone receiver and asked for Lawyer Ripley's residence number.
They had grown, too, since their last appearance, both in size and numbers and for a moment a shade of annoyance went over his face. Details of business always did annoy him! But an inner voice cautioned him to be discreet. There was always a way around a difficulty. Mr. Driggs believed in the switch system which prevails in our railroading.
"All we expected to do was to bring you in good measure to pay you for all your kindness to us." "Kindness to you boys?" demanded Driggs, his shrewd eyes twinkling. "I hope I may go through life being as profitably kind to others. Boys, the bark you've sold me will enable me to make up several canoes at a fine, fat profit. Take your pay for the goods you've delivered!"
"I went because I saw in the paper that Mrs. Schuyler Driggs was going to be among the patronesses to receive." The hysterical giggle was gone from Cecille's voice. She shut tight her teeth and raised her chin. Felicity felt that it was safe now to remain silent. And she was right, partly right. She only failed to realize that Cecille was all too calm.
Driggs suspected as soon as he heard about the play, and he and I came into the city to see for ourselves we held hands to keep from disgracing ourselves last night when you got up to speak.
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