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"There may be," Driggs replied quietly. "I'm going to have a try at it anyway." "All aboard that are going back to the dock," called the helmsman of the launch, who was also her owner. Laura turned upon him with flashing eyes. "I don't believe there is anyone going," she said.
"Stop the engine," called Driggs. "We've hooked into something!" Laura turned somewhat pale for a moment; Belle, too, looked uneasy. The same thought had crossed both girls' minds. What if the tackle had caught the body of some drowned man? "We'll shift about here a bit," Driggs proposed, nodding to the engineer to stand by ready to stop or start the engine on quick signal.
"Haul away, very slowly," Driggs ordered. Up came the lines, an inch at a time. Belle and Laura could not resist the temptation to go to the edge of the scow and peer over. "I see something coming up," cried Belle at last. "It's the canoe," said Tom Reade, trying to speak carelessly, though there was a ring of exultation in his voice. Nearer and nearer to the surface of the water came the canoe.
Then, without stopping: "She had just sailed from San Juan before she was wrecked on her way to New York from Vera Cruz with several hundred Mexican refugees. Treasure? Yes; perhaps millions, money that belonged to wealthy families in Mexico and some that had the curse on it. "You asked a moment ago if everybody wasn't rescued. Well, everybody was rescued from the wreck except Captain Driggs.
There's an election coming on there will be bills, cards, streamers, what not; good money in printing for the Government do you savvy?" "I savvy," said Mr. Driggs cheerfully. "Well then" George Steadman was sure now he was going to get the information "who writes this this stuff from Chicken Hill?" "I don't know," said the editor calmly, "honest, I don't.
"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.
There's your canoe, and she's all right." Dick got hold of the painter at the bow, while Driggs released the grappling tackle. What a cheer went up from the scow, and what a busy scene there was on the float as the young women jumped up and down in their glee over the good fortune of Dick & Co. "Now, we'll cruise down and get the paddles," Driggs proposed.
We took Bumpus and Van Eiswaggon and the leading man of a company that was playing at the opera house that night over to these two Napoleons of mattress stuffing and they kindly consented to be imitated for one day only. Old Booth and Barrett had a tremendous layout of whiskers in his valise and before he got through he had produced a couple of mighty close copies of Pacey and Driggs.
With the help of the boys he loaded the canoe from the other truck, then started away. By this time the news had spread to other boys that Dick & Co. would soon have their war canoe afloat in fine order -that Hiram Driggs stood sponsor for the prediction. That evening Fred Ripley had a somewhat unpleasant talk with his father. "You've no business with pocket money," said Squire Ripley sternly.
"Anyway, I'm glad that Dick Prescott and the rest of his crowd got fooled as badly as I did. And they can't get any more money this summer." "I guess they must have gotten some already," Bert rejoined. "Didn't you hear the news about that canoe?" "What news?" asked Fred quickly. "Why, they've engaged Hiram Driggs to put the canoe in good order."
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