"I didn't make any. If I'd promised to fetch that steamer up, she'd been here."
"You promised to run the ferry, and you left it."
"No, I didn't, Lawry. Don't you talk so to me. You know too much," added Ben angrily. "You never will raise that steamer in two thousand years."
"There she is," replied Lawry quietly, as he pointed in the direction of the Goblins.
Ben looked at her; he did not seem to be pleased to find her on the top of the water. His oft-repeated prophesy had been a failure, and Lawry was full as smart as people said he was.
"Humph!" said he. "She isn't much of a steamboat if those barrels brought her up."
"There she is; and I have done all I promised to do."
"What are you going to do next, Lawry?"
"I'm going to pump her out next."
"You'd better do it pretty quick, or she'll go to the bottom again," added Ben, as he walked into the house.