"Oh, that's it, is it? But I'm afraid this bag is too heavy for you."
"Oh, never fear," said Benny, as he got hold of the portmanteau. "I'se 'mazing strong, and I ken carry this like winkin'." And he trotted down the street before the gentleman in a way that showed he was in earnest about the matter.
The gentleman looked after the little fellow with an amused smile, but volunteered no further remark.
Meanwhile little Nelly, who had become stiff and cramped with cold, followed at a little distance, taking care, however, that Benny did not get out of her sight. On reaching the bridge that led down to the landing-stage, Benny turned round, and, seeing his sister behind, shouted back,
"Stay here, Nell, till I come back—I'll be no time sca'ce." And down the bridge he trotted, evidently glad that he was so near laying down his burden.
"Woodside boat, sir?" said he, turning round to the gentleman.
"Yes, my lad."
"Here we is, then, jist in time." And down the gangway he went at a sharp trot, and into the saloon, letting the bag down on one of the seats with a thump. "There you be, sir. Couldn't a-been sarved quicker by a bigger chap."
"All right, my little fellow," and he held out his hand.
Benny's eyes gleamed as he caught sight of something white between the gentleman's finger and thumb.