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Sherwood went into the cabin again, without any conversation with the subject of his severe but just comments. Lawry was on the point of leaving the hurricane-deck, where he had talked with his adviser, when he noticed that the boat was headed toward the shore, and in a moment more would be aground in the shoal water off Barber's Point.
"Captain John feels bad about the loss of his sail," said Mr. Randall, as the sloop's boat pulled off from the shore. "Yes, he does; but it was his own fault," replied Lawry. "He paid too much attention to his dinner at the time." "That's true; he was very fond of the green-apple pies." "Well, they were good," added the young pilot. "I'm sorry he lost his sail."
Lawry's end was made fast around the smokestack, and Ethan's to the raft. One of the hogsheads was next floated out of the boom enclosure, and hauled upon the raft, Lawry adjusted the hogshead slings to the cask. In the middle of the raft an aperture had been left, large enough for a hogshead to pass through, over which a small derrick had been built.
"I'll have my dinner when we get to Whitehall. Haste makes waste, you know; and if I should be in a hurry to eat my dinner we might get aground, or be smashed up on the rocks." "I suppose you are right, Lawry, and I will do the honors of the table for you," laughed Mr. Sherwood. The dinner was not only satisfactory, but it was warmly praised; and Mrs.
I've been over in the ferry times enough to know how to manage the boat." "Ben said he would take care of the ferry." "He doesn't always do as he promises," said Mrs. Wilford sadly. Lawry thought it was very kind of his mother to run the ferry-boat, rather than disturb him at his work; but he did not like to have her do such labor.
The little steamer was a sore trial to him, for she was the indication of Lawry's prosperity. Ben had fully persuaded himself into the belief that he, and not Lawry, ought to be captain of the Woodville. She was a family affair, and he could not regard his brother as the actual owner of her.
Though Miss Fanny was in a worse condition than the other ladies, she still had her senses; and none of the party was in danger. Mr. Sherwood, Ethan, and the fireman were still in the water, holding on at the rail of the boat. Lawry took the oars and pulled toward the ferry-landing. "Thank God, we are all safe!" said Mr. Sherwood.
"I know it wouldn't," protested the stranger. "I dropped my pocketbook into the lake once, and it floated ten minutes before I could get it again." "Then it must be floating about on the water," added Lawry. "I will try to find it." "I'll go with you," said Mr. Randall.
Wilford told him the gentleman would be impatient, and he finally left the house and walked down to the ferry-boat. "I wonder what your father is thinking about," said Mrs. Wilford, as the door closed behind him. "I don't know," replied Lawry; "he don't seem to be thinking that people won't wait forever for him. I guess I'll go up to Mr. Sherwood's, and see when he wants me."
Randall, and give it back to him, as quick as I can." "What's the use of doing that?" "Because it's the right way to do." "That isn't the way to get rich." "But it's the way to keep honest." "Give it to me, Lawry." "What are you going to do with it, father?" "That's my business." "I shall give it back to the owner." "No, you won't, Lawry.
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