"Let's not quarrel, Sandy," said Richard, as he laid the boat alongside the landing place.
"I don't want to quarrel, but I won't be picked upon by you," replied Sandy, with spirit.
"I'll take it all back. Let's be friends again. We have failed to do what we intended, and perhaps it will be just as well for us."
"I'm glad you are coming to your senses. Do you mean to try it again?"
"We won't burn the barn, Sandy, but we must pay off Old Batterbones in some other way."
"I'll do it. I'll hook his apples, pull out the linchpins of his wagon, throw a dead cat into his well, or any thing of that sort, with you, but I won't attempt to burn any man's barn again. No, never!"
"We'll fix him yet, Sandy. When shall I see you again?"
"I shall be round the wharf to-morrow."
"I'll see you there. Good night to you, Sandy."
"Good night, Dick."