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Sir George leaned over with blazing eyes and took him by the collar. "Don't do that, George," said Miss Wemyss, excitedly. "His linen is not fit to touch." "Let's duck him," said the Princeton man. But Mrs. Jimmie interfered, saying in a quiet voice, although her hands were trembling: "Don't do anything to him until we take him back to the house-boat. Remember he is my guest."
Kidd knew that the house-boat was unguarded; his spies had told him that the members had every one gone to the fight, and he resolved that the time had come to act.
The river was literally alive with these small craft, going up and down, gathering their parties together and paying friendly little visits to the neighbouring house-boats, while gay parasols, striped shirt-waists, white flannels, sailor hats, house-boat flags, and gay coloured boat cushions, made the river flash in the sunshine like an electric lighted rainbow.
Here it was that I found my friend Favonius, president of solemn societies, pillar of church and state, ingenuously arrayed in gray knickerbockers, a flannel shirt, and a soft hat, waiting to take me on his horse-yacht for a voyage up the river. Have you ever seen a horse-yacht? Sometimes it is called a scow; but that sounds common. Sometimes it is called a house-boat; but that is too English.
This song, especially the nasal part, was received with such ill-concealed joy by our usual stolid river audience that one afternoon I took it upon myself to avenge our house-boat family for these truly British politenesses.
I kept my word with you to day and you did not keep your word with me. The house-boat is ready for our cruise, and I hope that you, along with all the members of the troop will find the trip enjoyable. That is all, Wesleigh, unless you have something to say." Oh, gee, you should have heard the silence I don't mean heard it but there wasn't a sound. Then Westy said, "I haven't got anything to say."
We exchanged enthusiastic "How-do-do's" with them, although we had never seen one of them before. "Are you going to row to-morrow?" asked Jimmie. "If you are we will decorate the house-boat with orange and black," I said. Their faces fell. "We are only the Track Team," said one. "Princeton has no crew, you know." "No crew," I cried. "Why not?"
"Take this one, for instance, that I have picked up here upon the wharf; it tells me the whole story of the intentions of Captain Kidd at the moment when, in utter disregard of your rights, he stepped aboard your House-boat, and, in his usual piratical fashion, made off with it into unknown seas."
Our house-boat is moored to a sandbank on the farther side of the river. A vast expanse of sand stretches away out of sight on every side, with here and there a streak, as of water, running across, though sometimes what gleams like water is only sand.
But, any way, we should worry, there isn't any tide above Poughkeepsie and any dinky little kicker could tow us up to Catskill Landing from there. "Believe me," I said, "if there are any ways around here, we'll find them." Finding ways to do things is our middle name. We had Captain Savage on the house-boat to lunch with us and Mr.
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