“Off in two minutes,” he replied.
“What’s the fare?”
“Forty dollars.”
“Come on, boys,” said I to my comrades, at the same time seizing a dangling rope.
“Hold on!” cried Yank. “How about our two horses and our blankets, and this boat?”
I cast my eye around, and discovered a boy of fourteen or fifteen in the stern of a neat fisherman’s dory a few feet away.
“Here!” I called to him. “Do you want two good horses and some blankets?”
“I ain’t got any money.”
387“Don’t need any. These are free. We’re going down on this boat. You’ll find the outfit under the big white oak two miles above the forks on the American. They’re yours if you’ll go get them.”
“What do you want me to do?” he demanded suspiciously.