Chapter XXI
He arrived out of breath in a typical little mill town consisting of the usual unpainted houses, the saloons, mill, office, and general store. To the latter he addressed himself for information.
The proprietor, still sleepy, was mopping out the place.
“Does that boat stop here?” shouted Thorpe across the suds.
“Sometimes,” replied the man somnolently.
“Not always?”
“Only when there's freight for her.”
“Doesn't she stop for passengers?”
“Nope.”