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Updated: June 1, 2025
At last Matilda said, "You were quite right about this wrapper, Leander; it's not half warm enough for a night like this. I'm really afraid to go home in it." He knew well enough what she intended him to do; but just then he dared not appear to understand. "It isn't far, only to Millman Street," he said; "and you must walk fast, Tillie. I wish I could leave the shop and come too."
Forester did not seem so much astonished at this account as Marco had expected, but farther conversation on the subject was prevented by the occurring of a new object of attention. The millman began to make arrangements for drawing up more logs from the water of the river, by means of a long chain passing around a revolving axis, in the manner which has been already explained.
"The boom was full of logs, and I was upon the upper side of it, at work with some other men. I was on a log trying to find the mark, and I fell in." "What made you fall off?" asked Marco. "I don't know," replied the millman. "I was not much use to logs then. I was trying to find the mark." "What mark?" asked Marco. "The owner's mark," said the millman.
All this time, the log, riding upon the great frame, was slowly advancing against the saw, carrying Marco and the millman along with it.
In lieu of them, three square-headed hobnails had been driven into the center of the seam holding the patch of leather to the under part of the instep, or palm of the foot. They were off like a pack of bloodhounds, with the old millman in the lead. Dick started to follow, and then paused. He saw that Bill was standing aside, as if hesitating what to do.
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