"He hung my boots on the main-truck, and he ain't over an' above respectful to such as knows more'n he do, especially about farmin'; but he were mostly misled by Dan." Dan, in the meantime, profiting by dark hints from Harvey early that morning, was executing a war-dance on deck.

"Tom, Tom!" he whispered down the hatch.

"His folks has come, an' dad hain't caught on yet, an' they're pow-wowin' in the cabin.

She's a daisy, an' he's all Harve claimed he was, by the looks of him." "Howly Smoke!" said Long Jack, climbing out covered with salt and fish-skin.

"D'ye belave his tale av the kid an' the little four-horse rig was thrue ?" "I knew it all along," said Dan.