"Not that I suppose it would make any great difference," he remarked to Bim.

"It's about time to tie up, though, and we want to be sure to do that on the main channel, so as not to miss a chance of seeing the raft at daylight." For answer Bim left his seat, ran to the bow of the boat, uttered a short bark, and fixed his gaze pointedly down-stream.
"A light, as sure as you are a dog of wisdom!" cried Billy Brackett, looking in the direction thus indicated.

"I vow, Bim, your name ought to be 'Solomon Minerva,' and I must have a 'howl' engraved on your collar the first chance I get.

That is, if you ever arrive at the dignity of owning any collar besides that old strap.

Your light looks as though it might proceed from a camp-fire, and I reckon it's on the main channel too.