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Updated: May 7, 2025
All that I wished now was to see if Captain Bannister were on the steamboat, or if I could get news of him or the "Hoppergrass," and I told this to Mr. Snider. "Very well, then," said he, "it will be all right, now we have a clear understanding. And I would like you to keep near me while the people are here.
"Apply at the Eagle House," said he, pointing his thumb over his shoulder. "Come on! come on!" we begged the other three, "let's go to the Eagle House!" "Why? What for?" "That's the 'Hoppergrass' he said was stolen. Captain Bannister is here, at the Eagle House!" "But he didn't say the 'Hoppergrass'; he said the Hannah Billingsgate." "Pettingell. That's the other name of the 'Hoppergrass'."
It had not slackened however, so there was no chance for another such accident as that which knocked him overboard before. He watched the painter for a moment, and then shook his fist at it. "Fooled you that time, you old rope!" Jimmy and Ed pulled the tender alongside, and the wet man stepped gingerly aboard the "Hoppergrass."
The barn and other buildings at the rear were shabby and ill-kept. I pounded at a side-door, and at a door in the back, but there was no answer at either. Then I began to wonder what to do. Evidently Captain Bannister was not here, but why had he said he was coming to such a place? What had made him think he would find the "Hoppergrass" here?
Apply to the owner at the Eagle House!" "Did you ever hear the like of that?" said Mr. Daddles, in a kind of awed whisper; "don't move, he's going to do it again!" But Ed Mason, Jimmy Toppan, and I were not be to restrained. "That's the 'Hoppergrass'!" we all burst out, at the same instant. "What's the 'Hopper' ?" began Mr. Daddles, but his voice was drowned out by the crier.
"Gee!" said Jimmy, as we tramped down the hill, "but I'll be glad to get aboard the 'Hoppergrass. There's nothing in the world so cosy as the cabin of a boat, on a night like this." The same idea struck all of us, and we hurried down the wharf. The fog had lifted a little, and blew by us in wisps and fragments. "For one thing," remarked Ed Mason, "I'd like to get into some dry clothes.
I seemed to remember his round, red face and when he put down an oar, and waved his hand, grinning and showing where his front teeth ought to have been, I recollected him instantly. He was the boy who had driven the horse-car from Squid Cove yesterday afternoon. Now, he let his boat float down alongside the "Hoppergrass." "Have you heard about the Comp'ny?" said he. "No, what about it?" "Gee!
"You can find out tomorrer," said our skipper, "now we're headin' for Pingree's Beach to see if we can get a mess of clams of old man Haskell. Then we'll have dinner, and we can run over to the inlet at Little Duck in an hour, any time this afternoon." The breeze was still light, and the "Hoppergrass" made only fair progress. Soon we were out of the river, and entering Broad Bay.
"The other name? Does she travel under an Elias, as Gregory the Gauger calls it?" "No, no! The captain doesn't like 'Hoppergrass' and he said he had thought of changing the name. Come on, let's go to the Eagle House." We made them understand at last, and then we started up the street in the direction that the crier had pointed. On the way, Jimmy Toppan was struck by doubts.
And he commenced to shout "On board the 'Hoppergrass'!" He got us to shout the same phrase. The sailor-like way of putting it did not please Ed Mason. "Oh, I don't see any sense in shouting 'On board' of anything, when the whole trouble is that we're not on board."
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