“I am thankful,” cried Charlie, delighted, “that after so long a time I am to build something that is not a box.”
“You can’t find a better model than the Hard-scrabble.”
“Than the Hard-scrabble?”
“No; she sails well when she is light, and with a free wind in ballast, Isaac says there’s nothing will catch her. Just give her more depth, so she can hold on, and put the sail on her, and I tell you she would streak it. You must have breadth to carry sail.”
“Well, I’ll do the best I can.”
CHAPTER V.
“WE WERE PUT INTO THIS WORLD TO HELP ONE ANOTHER.”
IT was about eight o’clock Saturday night. Captain Rhines had sailed that morning for Boston.