This beginning was not made, however, until he had first gained the lad's confidence by a deed of kindness.
When Winn looked up from his hard thinking he said, "I hate the thought of throwing the wheat overboard, even to save the raft.

There are two thousand bushels of it, and I know my father expects to get at least fifty cents a bushel.

So it would seem like throwing a thousand dollars into the river.

Then, again, I don't see how it will be possible to land it, and so lighten the raft.

It would take me a month to do it alone with my canoe.