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Apply to the owner at the Eagle House!" "Did you ever hear the like of that?" said Mr. Daddles, in a kind of awed whisper; "don't move, he's going to do it again!" But Ed Mason, Jimmy Toppan, and I were not be to restrained. "That's the 'Hoppergrass'!" we all burst out, at the same instant. "What's the 'Hopper' ?" began Mr. Daddles, but his voice was drowned out by the crier.
"I'm afraid you were never made for a treasure-seeker," said Mr. Daddles. Jimmy Toppan pointed to the beach on the other side of the hill. There was a smooth, sandy shore. "Why not go in swimming down there?" he suggested. The idea was a good one; we were not making much progress toward finding any treasure, and the beach certainly looked like a good place for a swim.
"There's someone on board her," said Jimmy Toppan. "Yes," replied Captain Bannister, "it's Clarence. He's havin' some breakfast, I guess. He helped me bring her up river last night, and he slept on board. He aint goin' with us, but he'll help us with this stuff." Then he shouted: "Hey! Clarence!" The "Hoppergrass" was Captain Bannister's boat, he had just bought her.
She also painted a "Roman Dancing Girl" and a "Beggar Girl of Terracina." <b>AHRENS, ELLEN WETHERALD.</b> Second Toppan prize, Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts. Second prize and silver medal, Carnegie Institute, Pittsburg, 1902. Member of the Pennsylvania Academy, the Plastic Club, and the Pennsylvania Society of Miniature Painters. Born in Baltimore.
"You'd heard 'bout Fishback Island, hadn't yer?" "No, I never heard the name, even." "What about Fishback Island, Captain?" asked Ed Mason. "You never heard all them yarns, an' all that diggin' that went on over there?" "No, I never heard of it," Ed replied, "are there pirates there?" "Of course not," said Jimmy Toppan scornfully, "there aren't any pirates anywhere, now."
But these bags were marked a lot of strange names, Toppan, and Edwards, and so on." "T-Tell him about the n-name, S-S-Spike." "Oh, yes. There was a strip of canvas hitched over the stern, it had something painted on it in black letters. I hung over the stern, but I couldn't make it out, because it looked upside down, of course.
The shore of the cove where we landed was covered with flat stones, and we spent some time skipping them on the water, and a still longer time throwing stones at an empty bottle which we found and set afloat. After a while Jimmy Toppan thought we ought to be going. "There's a fog-bank out there," said he, "and it will be awful thick if it comes in."
Daddles, "if you've got any of them on board. I've never seen one, though I've heard of them a great deal." "I'll eat crackers," declared Jimmy Toppan. "So will I," said Sprague, "and glad to get 'em. I might be gnawing a bone in jail, now, instead." "And there's no milk," said the Chief, "we were going to get some, and some bread, this morning in Bailey's Harbor."
His face was grim as it might have been that time he was chased by pirates in the China Sea and he had a double-barreled shot-gun in his hand. When he saw me his mouth opened, and he stared helplessly. I caught sight of Mr. Daddles standing near the Captain, Sprague at the wheel, and Jimmy Toppan and some others busy with the sails.
That did not seem to me a good argument, for if the Captain didn't like to live on these things, why should he want us to bring them? But I could see that Jimmy Toppan who liked everything done sailor-fashion was rather fascinated by the idea of eating nothing but ship's food.
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