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"Humph!" thought Gilbert; "I may turn his enmity to some account. Let me consider a little." At length a plan suggested itself, and his countenance cleared up, and assumed an expression of satisfaction. On reaching home he held the conversation with Roswell and his mother which has been recorded at the close of the last chapter.
According to the best observations Roswell Gardiner could obtain, he was just one of these short degrees of longitude, or two-and-thirty miles, to the westward of the parallel where he wished to be, when the wind came from the southward.
The islands must have got pretty well to the northward by this time; but each night gets colder, and the fields seem to be setting back towards the group, instead of away from it." Daggett cheered his companion by a good deal of confident talk; but Roswell was heartily rejoiced when, at the end of four-and-twenty hours more, the Vineyard craft was pronounced entirely ready.
The materials of this building, Roswell Gardiner had persuaded his owner to send on board, and they had all been received and stowed away, a part below and a part on deck, as a provision for the possible wants of the people.
Roswell was deeply reluctant to protract his stay in the group; but professional pride would have prevented him from deserting a consort under such circumstances, had not a better feeling inclined him to remain and assist Daggett.
"I forgot no part of your orders, sir," rejoined Roswell. "It was my duty to obey them, and I believe I have done so to the letter " "Stop, Gar'ner," interrupted the dying man "one question, while I think of it. Will the Vineyard men have any claim of salvage on account of them skins?" "Certainly not, sir.
I suppose you work because you like it." "I'm learning business. I'm going to be a merchant, as my father was." "I'll have to give up the bundle now," said Dick. "This is as far as I am going." Roswell took back his bundle, and Dick went up the steps of Mr. Rockwell's residence and rang the door-bell. Roswell kept on his way with his heavy bundle, more discontented than ever.
Before he left the bank Gray had met the other officers, and from their manner he saw that he had created a decided impression upon them. The bank president himself walked with him to the marble railing, then said: "I'd like to have you wait and meet my son, Lieutenant Roswell. He's just back from overseas, and the boy served with some distinction. A father's pride, you understand?"
Roswell hesitated to reply; for he, too, was shocked at witnessing this instance of a soul's clinging to mammon, when on the very eve of departing for the unknown world. There was a look in the glazed and sunken eyes of the old man, that reminded him unpleasantly of that snapping of the eyes which he had so often seen in Daggett.
Roswell curled his lip when this name was pronounced, for Mott Street, as my New York readers know, is in the immediate neighborhood of the Five-Points, and very far from a fashionable locality. "Have you any testimonials to present?" asked Mr. Henderson, for that was his name. Fosdick hesitated. This was the question which he had foreseen would give him trouble.
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