"Here, Chloe; you wring me and I will wring you." "Now, Dan, get hold of that head-rope," Vincent said; "haul her up little by little as the water runs out over the stern." "I should not trouble about the boat, Mr.Wingfield; it is not likely we shall ever want it again." "I was not thinking of the boat; I was thinking of ourselves.

If it should happen to be noticed at the next bridge as it drifted down, it would at once suggest to anyone on the lookout for us that we had crossed the river; whereas, if we get it among the bushes here, they will believe that we are hidden in the woods or have headed back to the North; and we shall be a long way across the line, I hope, before they give up searching for us in the woods on the other side." "Yes; I didn't think of that.

We will help you with the rope." The boat was very heavy, now that it was full of water.

Inch by inch it was pulled up, until the water was all out except near the stern.

Dan and Vincent then turned it bottom upward, and it was soon hauled up among the bushes.
"Now, Miss Kingston, which do you think is our best course?
I know nothing whatever of the geography here." "The next town is Mount Pleasant; that is where the Williamsport road passes the railway.