CHAPTER XVIII.
JACK USES A FILE.
“Oh, the sea wot flows;
And the ship wot goes,
And the lad wot fears no dan-ger;
And the pleasant gale,
And the swelling sail,
And the lass wot loves a sail-or-r-r-!”
“Ahoy there, lad!” exclaimed the singer, bluff old Captain Hudgins, “bringing up all standing,” as he would have expressed it, in front of Rob Blake’s home on the morning of the Bob-sled Carnival.
“What time are them sliding craft due to slip their moorings on Jones’s Hill?”
“Why, hullo, cap,” exclaimed Rob, hastening down the snowy path to meet his old friend from Topsail Island. “I thought I knew that song. The races start this afternoon, but owing to the number of entries the committee has decided to continue them to-night.”