"Get that pilot up here, if you have to drag him. I don't know
where the channel is, and I am liable to put the whole outfit
aground any minute," shouted Phil Forrest. "Teddy, never mind
that idiotic donkey. We're in a fix. Get downstairs, at one
jump, and see that the pilot is brought up here lively."
"I'll fetch him. You watch me," answered the irrepressible
Teddy, starting off on a run.
January had all at once grown very meek. He stood gazing
thoughtfully off over the river.
"What is the trouble here?" roared Mr. Sparling dashing up to the
pilot house at that moment.
"That is exactly what I have been trying to find out," answered
the Circus Boy.
"What, _Phil?_"
"Yes, it's Phil."
"What are you doing in there?"
"Steering the boat."
"Piloting the--where is the pilot?"
"Somewhere below. I have sent Teddy after him. You see,
January was trying to kick the pilot house off the boat and into
the river. The pilot, thinking the animals had escaped, fled.
When I came up this craft was traveling astern and January was
making a sieve of this little house.
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