"Oh no. You can look at her as much as you like, and you will find her
just around the point there, in possession of the two young men who
picked her up--that is, if they haven't already turned her over to her
rightful owner."
Again Winn would have exploded, but again his companion restrained him,
at the same time leading him from the office.
They found the raft without much difficulty, and walked on board. Just
then the broken door of the "shanty" opened, and two young fellows,
hardly older than Winn, stepped out. As they did so one of them turned
and said, politely, "Well, good-bye, and a pleasant voyage to you, Mr.
Caspar." Then they both faced the new-comers.
Such an expression of blank amazement as flashed over their faces Winn
thought he had never seen. For an instant they stood spellbound. Then
there was a yell of recognition, or rather a chorus of yells from both
sides.
"Billy Brackett, as I'm a sinner! Whoop! Hooray for the Baldheads and
the Second Division!"
"Billy Brackett, or his ghost!"
"Glen Eddy! Grip, old man! How? When? Where? Why?
"'Oh, gimminy crack, come hold me tight.
It makes me laugh and shout.
It fills my heart with gay delight
When--'"
CHAPTER XXXI.
CAMPMATES TURN RAFTMATES.
"Wow wow w-o-w-w!" howled Bim, with his ridiculous nose uplifted and a
most melancholy expression of countenance.
Pages:
210
211
212
213
214
215
216
217
218
219
220
221
222
223
224
225
226
227
228
229
230
231
232
233
234