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It's about a half-mile long and a quarter broad, partly covered with scrub evergreen, and has fifty acres of pasture. Uncle Tom's got some sheep there, too. He's afraid they'll be stolen; so he wants somebody there the earliest minute possible. He'll furnish all the gear and go halves with us on the season's catch. What do you say, Budge?" "I'm with you, if Throppy is."
"Where do you think the Silicon is?" asked Throppy. "Twenty-five miles east, and making for Fundy as fast as sail and gasolene'll take her," replied Jim. "She can't go any too far or fast to suit me." A hearty breakfast of fried bacon, hot biscuits, and coffee made the drowsy crowd feel better.
"The ayes have it!" shouted Spurling. "Now let's get everything in trim for day after to-morrow! We won't pull the traps again until then." Filled with enthusiasm at the prospect of a holiday, Budge, Throppy, and Jim dispersed to their various tasks. Yawningly, Percy returned to Brimstone Point and The Three Musketeers.
Five minutes of silence passed. Jim was debating what he should do. Budge lay close to him, and not far back were Throppy, Percy, and Filippo, hardly daring to breathe. Circumstances had placed one of the marauders so nearly within their grasp that a sudden, well-planned attack could hardly fail to make him their prisoner. But there must be no bungling.
Fishing-schooners, tugs with their tows, yachts, tramp steamers, sailing-vessels from the Bay of Fundy for Boston, and every little while a smack or power-boat. The ocean liners to Portland pass about fifteen miles south. So we oughtn't to be lonesome." On the highest part of the point Throppy found a dead spruce about twenty feet tall, which he picked as a mast for his wireless.
The other three exchanged surprised glances, but made no comments. On board the sloop Jim was soon busily engaged in demonstrating the process of dressing fish. Budge and Throppy learned quickly. Percy's refusal to take part in the work did not prevent him from watching it with interest from the cabin roof. The fish were split and cleaned.
He discovered that it was not half so bad as it had looked, and felt ashamed that he had not tried his hand at the trick before. "You've earned your supper to-night," observed Jim. "Yes; but I'm glad it's something besides fish." "You'll get so you won't mind it after a while." That night Throppy played his violin and the boys sang. They passed a pleasant hour before going to bed.
"Then the law doesn't suit everybody," ventured Throppy. "Not by a long shot! Each session of the Legislature they fight it over, and make some changes, and then a new set of people are dissatisfied. What's meat to one man is poison to another. It's impossible to pass a law somebody wouldn't find fault with." "What keeps one man from pulling another man's traps?" asked Percy.
Filippo's going to sleep in the hammock across that corner beyond the table, so he won't be in this. Longest stick is lower bunk next the door; second longest, lower bunk back; third, upper bunk near door; shortest, other upper. Draw, Throppy!" Stevens drew; then Budge and Percy followed him. They matched sticks.
"All ready? Then come on! But first tie that dog to the stove-leg, so he won't bolt out the second we open the door." Throppy fastened Nemo. "Quiet now!" cautioned Jim. He opened the door carefully, and the five filed out into damp, cool, midnight air. Stars filled the sky. A gentle wind was blowing from the southwest. Nothing broke the stillness save the low murmur of the sea on the ledges.
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