"I believe it's so." "All right, my boy," said I; "but we wont tell the captain.

Just let's wait and have the fun of seeing him turn around and go back." Rectus didn't say anything to this, but walked off with his map.
[Illustration: "RECTUS SHOWED ME THE MAP."] Now, that boy was no fool.

I believe that he was beginning to feel like doing something, and, as he had never done anything before, he didn't know how.
About twelve o'clock we reached the mouth of the Savannah (without turning back), and sailed twenty miles up the river to the city.
We were the first two persons off that vessel, and we took a hack to the hotel that the purser had recommended to us, and had the satisfaction of reaching it about ten minutes ahead of the people who came in the omnibus; although I don't know that that was of much use to us, as the clerk gave us top rooms, any way.
We went pretty nearly all over Savannah that afternoon and the next day.
It's a beautiful city.

There is a little public square at nearly every corner, and one of the wide streets has a double row of big trees running right down the middle of it, with grass under them, and, what seemed stranger yet, the trees were all in leaf, little children were playing on the grass, and the weather was warm and splendid.

The gardens in front of the houses were full of roses and all sorts of flowers in blossom, and Rectus wanted to buy a straw hat and get his linen trousers out of his trunk.
"No, sir," said I; "I'm not going around with a fellow wearing a straw hat and linen breeches in January.