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In ten minutes both bins were empty, and so much of the wheat had gone into the ever-rising waters that the raft, which had been on the point of floating when Plater began his operations, now did so, and swung in close to the bank at the end of its new cable.
Plater and Grimshaw was being rapidly cooled in the icy waters through which they found themselves swimming towards the shore. At the same time the Venture was gaining speed with each moment, as, borne on by the resistless current, it drifted out over the mingling floods of the Ohio and Mississippi.
I don't like to discourage the clever owners that has good 'uns in the Derby" Then he added as a sort of after thought, and with wondrous carelessness: "It doesn't matter about the Black, you know; he's only a sellin' plater, so it doesn't matter.
Albany Todd into the midst of these ribald young people. And after all she had to admit it ruefully, he was a bit of a Plater. Dennis Brown, however, hurried to the rescue. He came across the room to Joan, and sat down at her side. "I haven't had a word with you, Joan." "No," she answered. "And how's the little book going on? Do tell me! I won't laugh, upon my word." Joan herself tried not to.
He was anxious to know whether it was a new plant and sent specimens to Clusius and to Plater, the last of whom transmitted them to Caspar Bauhin. These botanists recognized the type as quite new and Bauhin described it some years afterwards in his Phytopinax under the name of Chelidonium majus foliis quernis, or oak-leaved celandine.
"Get back to the raft!" shouted the new-comer. "They're after us!" "They've got us," was the bitter answer. "At least they've got the raft, and we must hunt some boat in which to follow them at once." A few words more explained the situation, and, angry as he was, Plater did not stop to waste time in idle reproaches just then. He only said, "It's that sneak Gilder's doings, I'll bet my pile."
Gilder, who appeared to be a gentleman, and was dressed as one. "What's up, Plater?" asked the latter. "Big raft, three shanties on it, in false channel, saddle-bagged on the reef pretty nigh abreast of camp. Can't see nobody aboard. Reckon she broke adrift from somewheres while her crew was off on a frolic." "You don't say so!" cried Mr. Gilder, excitedly.
At this moment she was deeply wronged. "Yes, Joan," she cried. "They would go! And I know that I have backed the winner for the last race." Dennis Brown contemplated his wife with amazement. "Miranda, you are crazy," he cried. "He can't win." Harold Jupp agreed regretfully. "He's a Plater. That's the truth. A harmless, unnecessary Plater.
But pride burned through the ice, and was audible. "He sounds just like a Plater," replied Harold Jupp. Meanwhile Dennis Brown was immersed in his programme. "The first race is too easy," he announced. "Yes," said Jupp. "It's sticking out a foot. Peppercorn." Dennis Brown stared at his friend. "Don't be silly! Simon Jackson will romp home." Harold Jupp consulted his little brown book.
Gilder, donning his rubber coat, a garment that Plater would have scorned to wear, left the clearing through another bushy thicket on the opposite side from that by which his confederate had entered it. An almost undiscernible path led him to the shore of the island that was washed by the main channel of the river. Here he struck into a plainly marked trail that followed the water's edge.
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