"She's withered a good deal since Noah's time. If you'll take the stern seat, I'll try and stow the rest in. The boys have volunteered to wait here for me."
"We shall crowd your boat."
"Not at all; but there will be no room for them to dance out any of the bottom boards. The passengers must keep still. Is it of any use to fish around for your shoe?"
"No, sir. It's in the mud. I stepped out in a hurry. It came off."
THE SHIPWRECKED PARTY RESCUED BY THE "ARK."
"I see. Yes. Glad you took better care of the other. I'm sorry for that shoe. Now, children—young ladies, I mean—if you don't want another shipwreck, and all to be drowned again, you'll keep still till we get ashore. If any of you wish to speak to me, call me Ham. All the rest of the Ark's original crew have gone somewhere."
Away he pulled, and Quill Sanders and Mort Hopkins sat on the shore and watched him, until the former exclaimed:
"Mort, we might as well save the time. Let's go and eat something."
"It's a big thing, Quill. We'll have an awful time getting home."