It was quite evident that he was in a
hurry to see the girl who had been rescued from the river the previous
day.
Nearing the house, they heard some one hammering in the workshop.
There they found the captain busily engaged upon something which looked
like a chair.
"Good morning, captain," was the parson's cheery greeting. "You've
turned carpenter, so I see."
"Poof!" and the captain, gave a vigorous rap upon a nail he was driving
into place, "it's necessary to be every dang thing these days, with the
world so full of idiots. It's good there's somebody who kin turn his
hand to anything. It's the fools who make so much work fer honest
folks."
"Why, what's up now?" the parson queried.
"Ye'd better ask 'what's down?' It's that little lass in yon, down in
bed, because some numb-skulls thought they could sail a boat. I told
'em this mornin' what I thought of 'em fer takin' a gal like that out
on the water, an' they went off in a huff."
"How is she this morning, captain? Rodney told me all about the
accident, and so we have come to make inquiries."
"Oh, she's all right, considerin' what she went through. She's all
clewed down now and ridin' easy. Guess she'll be there fer some time.
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