"They can wait. They do look hungry, but they'll live through it. There aint any cuffs or collars in Ham's locker."
All there was then in the locker, however, was soon out of it when Mrs. Kinzer and the rest came, for they brought with them the officers of the wrecked bark, and neither Joe nor Fuz had a chance to so much as "help distribute" that supply of provisions. Ham went over to make sure it should be properly done, while Mrs. Kinzer saw her little patient with his father and mother safely stowed on board the "Swallow."
"I'll save that baby, anyhow," she said to Miranda, "and Ford says his father's a farmer. We can find plenty for 'em to do. They'll never see a thing of their baggage, and I guess they hadn't a great deal."
She was just the woman to guess correctly, but at that moment Dab Kinzer said to Annie Foster in a low tone:
"Whom do you think I've seen to-day?"
"I can't guess. Who was it?"
"The tramp!"
"The same one—"
"The very same. There he goes, over the sand-hill yonder, with old Peter, the wrecker. We've got to hurry home now, but I'm going to set Ham Morris on his track."
"You never'll find him again."