“Yo’ must be in wid de ole boy hisself,” was the darkey’s comment. “Much obliged.”
And off he went with a side glance at Carl, as if half-expecting the young juggler might conjure the quarter from the pocket in which he had placed it.
Leo and Carl found that Jack Hazlett was out on the river, but would soon return. They sat down and waited. While doing so they noticed a large steamboat coming up the river, crowded with people.
“An excursion of some sort,” said Carl. “See the flags flying.”
“They are going to land up at yonder island,” said Leo. “See, they are turning into the landing.”
While the steamboat was discharging its passengers, Jack Hazlett returned and took them on board. The passage across the river took them close to the steamboat.
“She seems to be an old ferryboat fixed up,” observed the young gymnast as they came up. “See, several people have remained on board.”
“What is the matter with that young girl!” cried Carl, pointing to a young lady hanging over the rail. “Can she be seasick?”
“There she goes!” yelled Leo. “My gracious!”
With a loud splash the young lady had dropped over the rail into the river!