Robert, however, gave little thought or heed at this moment to the wishes or comfort of his two companions, for his mind was wholly taken up with the preparations for the grand departure.
All was now ready; Robert pushed off the raft, and it floated slowly down the stream.
The Water-Wheel.
III.
The river was broad and deep, but Robert was not afraid. He had been on the water a great deal for a little boy, and he was sure that his raft was strong enough to bear a pretty hard knock upon the rocks.
Poor pussy kept up a constant crying, in the box, and once in a while she scratched, with all her might, against the sides; but she could not get out.
Trip behaved himself much better, but he gazed up in his young master’s face all the time, and did not know what to make of this very singular voyage.
Robert was much pleased with his success thus far, and was satisfied that he should make a very good Robinson Crusoe, Jr. The raft worked quite well, and with the great oar at the stern, he could steer it as easily as though it had been a real boat.