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"That ain't her over toward the pine grove, is it?" queried Captain
Benjamin. "I thought I saw somethin' pink a-movin' among the trees."
"Yes, that's her an' Bob Morton with her, sure's you're alive!" Captain
Phineas ejaculated with pleasure. "You'll get your tobacco now, Jonas,
an' Zenas Henry can ask him about the boat."
"Can you see has he got a bundle?" piped the short-sighted Captain
Jonas anxiously.
"Yep!"
"Then he ain't forgot the tobacco," was the contented comment. "He
don't generally forget. He's a mighty likely youngster, that boy!"
"An' friendly too, ain't he?" put in Captain Benjamin. "There's
nothin' he wouldn't do for you."
"He's the nicest chap ever I see!" Captain Phineas echoed. "Don't you
think so, Zenas Henry?"
The answer was some time in coming, and when it did it was deliberate
and was weighted with telling impressiveness:
"There's few young fry can boast Bob Morton's common sense," he said.
"His headpiece is on frontside-to, an' the brains inside it are tickin'
strong an' steady.
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