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Before they had finished their breakfast, the ferry-horn sounded, and Lawry was obliged to take a team over to Pointville before the work could be resumed. Ethan was rather impatient under this delay; but he was too kind-hearted to make any unpleasant remark which would remind his friend of his father's crime.
A boat grapnel was dragged over the spot, the cables hooked, and the anchors hauled up with the derrick on the raft, from which they were transferred to the steamer. Having obtained these necessary appendages of the steamer, they returned to the landing for the ferry-boat, in which they intended to load the oil-casks, and convey them to Pointville.
His place was a short distance from the village of Port Rock, and John Wilford, at the time he had purchased the land and built his house, had established a ferry, which had been, and was still, his principal means of support; for there was considerable travel between Port Rock and Pointville, on the Vermont side of the lake.
I went down to see how she lies this morning, and I have got my plans all laid." "Have you?" "I have." "Do you think you can get her up?" "I know I can." "Well, how are you going to do it?" inquired Ethan. "Do you know Mr. Nelson, over at Pointville? I suppose you don't. Well, he is a great oil man; he has got some oil-wells down on the St. Johns River.
"Sink them round the boat, and fasten them to her hull, till there is enough to float her." "But how are you going to sink them?" "There's some one to go over the ferry," replied Lawry, as a blast of the tin horn was heard. "If you will go over with me, I will tell you all about it, and we will call and see Mr. Nelson while we are at Pointville."
"We shall not get over to-night," said he impatiently, as he stopped by the side of the ferryman, and threw his coat down upon the platform, while he wiped the perspiration from his brow. "Yes, I guess we shall," replied John Wilford. "I'll give you a dollar if you will land me at Pointville by three o'clock." "I can't make the wind blow, if you would give me a hundred dollars."
"I would like to get the boat on the ways at Port Henry to-night." "That can be done easy enough." Ben Wilford seemed now to have adopted a conciliatory policy, but it was evidently done for a purpose. When the Woodville reached the Goblins, he worked with good will in loading the ferry-boat, which was towed over to Pointville, and her cargo discharged.
He is getting together all the barrels and hogsheads he can find, to send down to his works. He has as many as a hundred at his place in Pointville. I'm going to borrow a lot of these casks, if I can, and raise the Woodville with them." "How are you going to manage with them?" asked Ethan, deeply interested in the plan.
The two robbers were marched off by the sheriff; but nothing was heard of Ben for two hours, when the boy who ran the ferry-boat, returning from Pointville, informed Mrs. Wilford that he had gone over with him. The constable followed, as soon as he heard in what direction the fugitive had gone. He was not taken that night, and the search was renewed the next day, but with no better result.
"He needn't lay it to me, when it was all his own fault." "I will cross the lake, and get a horse at Pointville, so that I shall be in Shoreham by five o'clock," continued the bank director. Captain John ordered one of the men to pull Mr. Randall and Lawry ashore in the boat, and in a few minutes they were landed at Port Rock. Lawrence Wilford was a full-fledged water-fowl.
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