"We could sail, say a hundred feet to-night--tide would drift us down--and then we could drop anchor; and to-morrow, when the tide ran up river, we could sail back again and drop anchor, just where we were before."
"We could keep a-going, couldn't we, Dickie?"
"Certainly. I don't know but we could go quarter of a mile and then back again. We should have, of course, to go with the tide; but the anchor would regulate us."
"So we could. Just the thing. Let's try it. Shall I tell the fellers?"
"No; let's surprise 'em."
"But they'll hear us."
"No; they are quarrelling about something, and they won't notice anything we do here."
"But how can you manage the anchor?"
"Raise it."
"But how raise it?"