"I kinder thought that Morton feller might be round this evenin',"
Captain Phineas would yawn in a dispirited tone, when twilight had
deepened and the familiar figure failed to make its appearance above
the crest of the hill. "Ain't it Tuesday? He most always comes
Tuesdays."
"Tuesdays, Thursdays, an' Saturdays you can pretty mortal sure bank on
him," Captain Benjamin would reply. "If he's comin' to-night, he
better be heavin' into sight, for it's damp an' I'll have to be turnin'
in soon."
"Mebbe he was delayed by somethin'," suggested Captain Jonas. "We'll
not give him up fur a spell longer. He told me he'd fetch me some
tobacco, an' he always does as he promises."
Zenas Henry smoked in silence.
"I sorter wish he would appear," he presently put in, between puffs at
his pipe. "There was somethin' I wanted to ask him about that durn
motor-boat."
"You don't mean to say that boat's out of order again, do you, Zenas
Henry?" questioned Abbie.
"No, oh, no! 'Tain't out of order exactly. But the pesky propeller is
kickin' up worse'n ordinary.
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