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Updated: July 26, 2025
There were calls and cheers, and waving of handkerchiefs to express their feelings. Perhaps it was in part due to this fact that the Black Growler soon began to pull away from the larger boat and not long afterward the Caledonia was left far behind. "That's the kind of a boat I'm going to have when I get rich!" said George enthusiastically.
It was the meaning of the question she had put to him as soon as they were alone even though indeed, as from not quite understanding, he had not then directly replied; it was the meaning of everything else, down to the conscious quaintness of her ricketty "growler" and the conscious humility of her dress.
We had not been long in the house when Captain Roderick, accompanied as he always was by Growler, came to see us and advised that we should remain indoors. "I have a rival here in that ugly rascal Mundungo.
"Yes, I do I'm no 'fraid-cat I mean to have them pink pajamas, or " "And where do I come in, eh?" exclaimed Growler indignantly. "Oh, you can have the shirts and collars, Matey. Share and share alike, you know. We'll just slip off to the ship, and " "And take us with you," broke in Rudolf. "Do!" "You know you promised to do us a good turn," whispered Ann.
Instantly the eyes of every one on board the Black Growler were turned toward the approaching yacht. Apparently the sight had markedly different effects.
Not many hours had elapsed before they were almost as strong as Sam in their belief that the Black Growler was not only an object of dislike, but also that there was a real peril that she might be so injured that it would be impossible for her to enter the race. In a brief time the Black Growler was fast to one of the side-docks and the party prepared to disembark.
As they drew alongside, Growler muttered in a not unfriendly whisper: "Look here, youngsters, here's a word of advice that may save you your skins. Don't show any cheek not to me or Prowler, we're the mates and above all, not to the Chief!" "What is your Chief's name, Mr. Growler, dear sir?" asked Ann timidly. Growler flashed his white teeth at her.
How would it do for you to get somebody to steer, the day of the race?" "That's right," spoke up George quickly. "All the Black Growler needs is a pilot." "That is most certainly true," said John slowly, winking at Grant as he spoke. "Huh," spoke up Fred. "It's a pity there isn't enough gray matter somewhere in this crowd to spell me at the wheel.
About half-past eight o 'clock the Go Ahead boys returned to the dock where the Black Growler had been left. A hasty examination convinced them that all their belongings were safe. In accordance with the suggestion which had been made they soon decided to set forth on their voyage. Just how far they would go was left undecided.
Suddenly Laddie felt a hard tug, and he yelled: "Oh, I got one! I got one! I got the first bite!" He yanked on his pole. Something brown and wiggling came up out of the water and flopped down on the wharf. At the same time a little dog that had run up behind the two boys and was sniffing around, gave a sudden yelp. "What's the matter?" cried Russ. "He's bit by a Sallie Growler!
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