w you across."

"I hope you wont row us anywhere else, I'm sure."

"Don't worry," again remarked the young apothecary, and in a very
confident tone.

"Let me pint you first right for Peleg Wherren's fish-house, for there's a
good landin' place at his wharf," said Aunt Stanshy.

Standing on the pebbly shore, she bowed to the level of the boat's rail,
and then aimed her as if an enemy directing a columbiad at Peleg's
fish-flakes, eel-pots, and other articles, promising to let a cold shot
drop in their midst.

"There, I've pinted her; now go right across."

"All right," sang out Will, cheerfully.

Like a great, gray, woolly blanket, the fog rested on the river, and
Seamont was as effectually hid as if fifty miles away.

"Look--out!" screamed Aunt Stanshy. Something big was now looming up
directly before the bow of the boys' boat.

"Don't run that ship down," said the president.

"I wont," replied the apothecary, "if they'll get out of the way."

"Ship ahoy!" he shouted.

"Aye, aye!" came from the vessel.

"What ship is that, and how many days out?"

"The Dolphin, and one day out from--"

The remaining words were lost.

"This is the 'Magnificent,' ten minutes out from t'other side of the
river!" shouted Will.

The coaster disappeared as if smothered under the gray woolly blanket that
had settled down on every thing.

"Why don't we come to the wharf?" inquired Pip.

"Because we haven't got there."

Will's reason was received with laughter, but Pip persisted in his
questioning. "What if we thouldn't get there at all?"

"O we will."

Gov. Grimes and Wort had been very anxious to pull an oar, and Will
gratified them. But the governor could not row. Will had urged him to
stop. The governor's resoluteness sometimes ran into obstinacy, and it did
now.

"Just see me row--away," cried the governor, refusing to stop, but as he
was about to say "away," his oar slipped out of the rowlock, and he
finished the sentence, his feet going up into the air and his head going
down into the bottom of the boat!

"Caught a crab, governor?" shouted the president.

The boat stopped in the midst of the commotion that followed the
governor's tumble, and when Will started his craft again, he did not
appreciate the fact that its bow had shifted its aim.

"Where _are_ we goin'?" inquired Aunt Stanshy.

"Home," answered Will. "I'm all right. A few more strokes must fetch us
all right to the wharf," and he pulled lustily