There's Ham Morris's yacht." "That?
Why, she's as big as any in the lot." "Bigger; but she don't show it." "Can't we take a cruise in her ?" asked Ford.
"Any time.

Ham lets me use her whenever I like.

She's fast enough, but she's built so she'll stand 'most any thing.

Safe as a house if she's handled right." "Handled!" Ford Foster's expression of face would have done honor to the Secretary of the Navy, or the Chairman of the Naval Affairs Committee in Congress, or any other perfect seaman, Noah included.

It seemed to say,-- "As if any boat could be otherwise than well sailed, with me on board!" Dabney, however, even while he was talking, had been hauling in from its "float and grapnel," about ten yards out at low water, the very stanch-looking little yawl-boat that called him owner.