At this moment Joe and Sneak appeared at the door.
“There’s a covered flat-boat just landed down at the ferry,” said Joe.
“It is from the island above,” said Roughgrove, “and the one I have had constructed for our voyage down the river.”
“Are we going, sure enough?” asked Joe.
“Yes; to-morrow,” said Glenn.
“Dod—are you all going off?” asked Sneak, rolling round his large eyes, and stretching out his neck to an unusual length.
“All but me, Sneak,” said Boone.
“And you won’t be any company for me. Dod—I’ve a notion to go too! If I could foller any thing to make a living in Fillydelfa—”
“If you go with us, you shall never want—I will see that you are provided for,” said Glenn.
“It’s a bargain!” said Sneak, with the eager emphasis characteristic of the trading Yankee.