Part 13 (1/2)
”Hoist away,” said he.
”Hoist, it is,” replied Ethan, as he took hold with him.
”All right!” shouted the young nautical engineer. ”I feel like giving three cheers,” he added.
”So do I; and we'll do it, when we get the sinker on the raft.”
The stone post came up ”in good order and condition,” and the skids were placed under it, to keep it in position for the sinking of the second hogshead. The three cheers were given with a will, and they came from the hearts of the boys. They had labored patiently for three days in gathering the material and constructing the machinery for the raising of the steamer, and their first success was a real joy.
”Breakfast-time,” said Lawry, as the horn sounded from the ferry-house.
”I don't want any breakfast,” answered Ethan. ”I don't feel as though we could spare the time for eating.”
”Haste and waste,” added Lawry, laughing. ”We have got a great deal of hard work to do, and we must keep our strength. For my part, I'm hungry.”
”I'm not; and I'm so interested in this job that I don't like to leave. We ought to have brought our breakfast down with us.”
”I don't think we shall make anything by driving the work too hard.
We must keep cool, and do it well. Besides, I'm liable to be called off a dozen times a day.”
”What for?”
”To take people over the ferry.”
”Oh, bother!” exclaimed Ethan impatiently. ”Have we got to leave the work to paddle everybody that comes along over the lake?”
”We have,” said Lawry. ”I must look out for the family now.”
There was a good wind, and the boys returned to the ferry-house in the bateau. Before they had finished their breakfast, the ferry-horn sounded, and Lawry was obliged to take a team over to Pointville before the work could be resumed. Ethan was rather impatient under this delay; but he was too kind-hearted to make any unpleasant remark which would remind his friend of his father's crime.
CHAPTER IX
BEN WILFORD'S PLAN
While Lawry was ferrying the team over the lake, Ethan occupied himself in making a long-handled boat-hook, which might be useful in the operation of raising the steamer. While he was thus engaged, a young man, about eighteen years of age, coa.r.s.ely dressed, and with a very red face, came down the road and stopped at the place where he was at work.
”What you making?” asked the young man.
”A boat-hook,” replied Ethan.
”Do you belong here?” continued the stranger nodding his head toward the ferry-house.
”No; I'm only helping Lawry Wilford for a few days.”
”The old man's got into hot water, they say.”
”Yes.”