On the way they met Tom and Jack loaded down with the luscious fruit.
There, said Walter. Sit down and pick and eat. That is easier than to climb after them.
I prefer climbing, and top fruit is the best, laughingly replied Cora, and off she skipped like a young fawn.
Cora, said Walter, some lurking Indian might run off with you, and then you would be cured of your romance.
CORA AT THE GRAPE ARBOR.
Not a bit of it, she replied. I wish that one of the red-skins would steal me. That would be romantic indeed. And to think that you and the whole ship’s company would be hunting after me. That would be what the sailors call a stern chase, and then she disappeared behind the arbor.
Instantly a blanket is thrown over her head, and she is carried, she knows not where.
She supposed it was a trick got up by Walter to scare her, and to carry out the joke, submitted willingly, and it was not until she found herself laid in the bottom of a canoe that she awoke to a sense of danger. She now realized that she was in a boat of some kind, sailing on the water.