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Bassett, Sara Ware, 1872-1968

"Flood Tide"

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"You didn't get snagged then?"
"Snagged? Not much! Ain't we been ridin' in an' out every little eel
grass cove along the shore just for the sheer deviltry of seein' if we
could get snagged?" piped Captain Benjamin. "There'll be no more
rockin' in the channel for us. My eye! Think of that!"
"How ever did you manage it, Willie?" Zenas Henry questioned.
"What makes you so sure it was me?"
"Oh, Lord! Who else would it be?"
"Well, it warn't all me," protested the little inventor modestly.
"Most of it was Bob. I got the idee an' he did the rest--him an' Mr.
Galbraith's friend, Mr. Snellin'."
"Well, I'm clean beat--that's all I can say," observed Zenas Henry,
mopping his brow. "I tell you what, it's made a new thing of that
motor-boat. There's no thankin' you. All is, Willie, if you want
anything of mine it's yours for the askin'. Just speak up an' you can
have it."
A radiant smile spread over the face of the spinner of cobwebs.
"You ain't got nothin' I covet, Zenas Henry," he answered slowly, "but
you've got somethin' Bob Morton wants powerful bad.


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