“I've been in the river,” answered John, who did not seem disposed to volunteer any particulars of his adventure.
“How came you there?”
“Your son's boat capsized,” explained Mr. Morton; “and, as you will judge from my appearance, I jumped in after him. I should advise him to change his clothing, or he will be likely to take cold.”
Squire Haynes looked puzzled.
“I don't see how a large rowboat like his could capsize,” he said; “he must have been very careless.”
“It was a sailboat,” explained John, rather reluctantly.
“A sailboat! Whose?”
“Mine.”
“I don't understand at all.”
“I had a mast put in, and a sail rigged up, two or three days since,” said John, compelled at last to explain.