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Daddles cut a large slice in evident delight. Gregory ate it, slowly and thoughtfully. "Have some more?" The Gauger held out his plate. "Jes' mejum," said he. After breakfast, we of the "Hoppergrass" held a council. "The Captain will come back to Bailey's Harbor," said Jimmy Toppan, "but we can't go there at all. We'll have to go somewhere else, and send a message to him."
Then he caught sight of the name on the stern. "Hopper-grass! Hoppergrass! Where didger git that air name, Lem? Invent it yerself?" "No, I didn't," said the Captain. He was very much irritated, and he did not look around. "Well, then, if 'taint yer own inventin', I jes as soon tell yer if yer ask ME, that it's the most ding-busted, tom-fool name I ever see on a cat-boat in all my born days."
That's my boat over there the 'Hoppergrass' an' I come into Bailey's with her last Toosday afternoon, an' this feller was with me, an' the three boys you arrested. An' what they told you was true, they thought they was in his uncle's house, an' anybody would have knowed it, but a puddin'-headed son of a sea-cook, like you!" "Mr. Flanders! Mr.
I'm beginning to be soaked." "Oh, we'll be all right again," I said, "when we're aboard. The Captain " I stopped suddenly. We all halted on the end of the wharf, and stared across the inlet. We looked at the spot where our boat had anchored, and then we looked up and down the inlet. The "Hoppergrass" was gone! "What!" exclaimed Jimmy Toppan, "gone?"
But after the first t-time we always s-skun out, over the back f-fence when we heard he was coming. Mr. Chick brought him, to talk b-business with F- Father." The "Hoppergrass," still sailing slowly, had drawn near the point of land at the entrance of the little bay. Mr. Snider, who had walked a few steps along the shore, stood near this point, watching us.
Them preachers war thar bekase they sed hits time fur white uns ter stan tergither. Radicul rule mus be put down." Mrs. Pervis crossed her hands upon the table and looked resigned. "Teck, do tell me what preachers war they?" "Why ef yo own minister wus'n thar hiself I hope er hoppergrass may chaw me." "Teck Pervis, do ye mean ter tell me thet Brother Jonas Melvin wus at thet meetin?"
Half way up the wharf we found a man, painting a row-boat. He knew nothing about the "Hoppergrass" and said he had never heard of it. "We'll walk up into the town," remarked Pete, "we've got to get some grub, anyway." We strolled up the wharf, and along a quaint and crooked street. The sidewalk was so narrow that we had to walk in single file, and the curb-stone, as Mr.
He waved one arm at us, however, and seemed to smile cheerfully. "Well, I'll come back once more, d'yer hear?" This from the Captain. "An' when yer get aboard, STAY aboard, will yer?" The "Hoppergrass" turned again, and the same performance was gone through. The pink-shirted man climbed into the tender, but this time he sat down cautiously in the stern, and waited for the painter to become taut.
At last he got alongside the wharf, and we put some of our things in the boat, and rowed out to the "Hoppergrass." It took two trips to carry everything, for we had bags of clothes, as well as rubber boots and oil-skins. Ed Mason and Clarence, between them, managed to let the water-melon slip out of the straps, so it fell into the river and went bobbing down stream with the tide.
"Oh, anybody. Do not interrupt me again, or I will sing 'Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep. Honest, I will." A little before noon, we sailed up the river to Lanesport. The old town lay very still in the baking sun. There were schooners in the stream, and one or two at the wharves. A few sloop-yachts and cat- boats were at anchor in the river, but none of them was the "Hoppergrass."
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