IN WHICH THE CLOUDS BLOW OVER, AND BOBBY IS HIMSELF AGAIN Fortunately for Bobby, the wind began to blow very heavily soon after he went on board of the lumber schooner, so that the captain was too much engaged in working his vessel to ask many questions.

He was short handed, and though our hero was not much of a sailor he made himself useful to the best of his ability.

Though the wind was heavy, it was not fair; and it was not till the third morning after his parting with Sam Ray that the schooner arrived off Boston Light.

The captain then informed him that, as the tide did not favor him, he might not get up to the city for twenty-four hours; and, if he was in a hurry, he would put him on board a pilot boat which he saw standing up the channel.
"Thank you, captain; you are very kind, but it would give you a great deal of trouble," said Bobby.
"None at all.

We must wait here till the tide turns; so we have nothing better to do." "I should be very glad to get up this morning." "You shall, then;" and the captain ordered two men to get out the jolly boat.
"I will pay my passage now, if you please." "That is paid." "Paid ?" "I should say you had worked your passage.