Part 10 (1/2)

After waiting about half an hour longer, I heard a distant sound of oars. I ran to the landing and looked down the creek. A boat with a man in it was approaching. When it came nearer, I saw plainly that it was our boat. When it had almost reached the landing, the man turned around, and I was very much surprised, indeed, to see that he was Mr.

Chipperton.

CHAPTER VII.

MR. CHIPPERTON.

I took hold of the boat, and pulled the bow up on the beach. Mr.

Chipperton looked around at me.

”Why, how do you do?” said he.

[Ill.u.s.tration: ”WHY, HOW DO YOU DO?”]

For an instant I could not answer him, I was so angry, and then I said:

”What did you----? How did you come to take our boat away?”

”Your boat!” he exclaimed. ”Is this your boat? I didn't know that. But where is my boat? Did you see a sail-boat leave here? It is very strange--remarkably strange! I don't know what to make of it.”

”I know nothing about a sail-boat,” said I. ”If we had seen one leave here, we should have gone home in her. Why did you take our boat?”

Mr. Chipperton had now landed.

”I came over here,” he said, ”with my wife and daughter. We were in a sail-boat, with a man to manage it. My wife would not come otherwise. We came to see the light-house, but I do not care for light-houses,--I have seen a great many of them. I am pa.s.sionately fond of the water. Seeing a small boat here which no one was using, I let the man conduct my wife and Corny--my daughter--up to the light-house, while I took a little row. I know the man. He is very trustworthy. He would let no harm come to them. There was a pair of oars in the sail-boat, and I took them, and rowed down the creek, and then went along the river, below the town; and, I a.s.sure you, sir, I went a great deal farther than I intended, for the tide was with me. But it wasn't with me coming back, of course, and I had a very hard time of it. I thought I never should get back. This boat of yours, sir, seems to be an uncommonly hard boat to row.”

”Against a strong tide, I suppose it is,” said I; ”but I wish you hadn't taken it. Here I have been waiting ever so long, and my friend----”

”Oh! I'm sorry, too,” interrupted Mr. Chipperton, who had been looking about, as if he expected to see his sail-boat somewhere under the trees.

”I can't imagine what could have become of my boat, my wife, and my child. If I had staid here, they could not have sailed away without my knowing it. It would even have been better to go with them, although, as I said before, I don't care for light-houses.”

”Well,” said I, not quite as civilly as I generally speak to people older than myself, ”your boat has gone, that is plain enough. I suppose, when your family came from the light-house, they thought you had gone home, and so went themselves.”

”That's very likely,” said he,--”very likely indeed. Or, it may be that Corny wouldn't wait. She is not good at waiting. She persuaded her mother to sail away, no doubt. But now I suppose you will take me home in your boat, and the sooner we get off the better, for it is growing late.”

”You needn't be in a hurry,” said I, ”for I am not going off until my friend comes back. You gave him a good long walk to the other end of the island.”

”Indeed!” said Mr. Chipperton. ”How was that?”

Then I told him all about it.

”Do you think that the flat-boat is likely to be there yet?” he asked.

”It's gone, long ago,” said I; ”and I'm afraid Rectus has lost his way, either going there or coming back.”

I said this as much to myself as to my companion, for I had walked back a little to look up the path. I could not see far, for it was growing dark. I was terribly worried about Rectus, and would have gone to look for him, but I was afraid that if I left Mr. Chipperton he would go off with the boat.

Directly Mr. Chipperton set up a yell.