"There's water there now."
"Not much. Didn't you hear old Kisedek? He used to come and catch fish—"
"Come on, boys," shouted Clark Ridgeway, just then; "we can make this thing go round."
"That's the capstan," said his brother. "It lifted the anchor."
"Guess I know that. Only there isn't any anchor to lift."
"WIND HER UP! WIND HER UP!"
Barbie Kyle herself seized one of the capstan bars, while little Ben tugged away at the capstan itself, shouting, merrily,
"Wind her up! wind her up!"
Old Kisedek Pound had rowed away as soon as he delivered his passengers, and he had gone nearly half a mile before he suddenly poised his oars, and exclaimed, very dubiously: