ed Miss Collingsby to her seat, I hoisted the mainsail,
and in a few moments we were standing out of the river.
CHAPTER XV.
IN WHICH PHIL GOES TO WORK IN THE COOK-ROOM OF THE MARIAN.
"All right, Phil; hoist the jib," said Mr. Waterford, as soon as we
were out of the river.
I cleared away the jib and hoisted it, the skipper hauling aft the
sheet, and trimming the sail. The wind was from the westward, rather
light for one who was fond of a smashing time on the water, and it was
one of the most perfect of summer days. The Marian was headed in the
direction of her rival, which appeared to be working towards the
south-east corner of the lake. My impression was, that Mr. Whippleton
intended to land at this point, and take a train to the east. I was
prepared to follow the instruction which I had given the entry clerk,
and pursue the fugitive to the other side of the continent.
[Illustration: THE SAIL ON THE LAKE. Page 171.]
This boating excursion had been planned by Waterford and our junior
partner, but of course it was not possible that the former knew the
purposes of the latter; at least, such was my view of the matter at
first, though I afterwards had occasion to change my mind. I was
satisfied now, if I had not been before, that Mr. Whippleton meant to
leave Chicago forever. He had done all the mischief in his power there,
and to remain any longer would result in a mortifying exposure. Like
other smart rogues, he had gathered together all he could, and was
going to some distant locality to enjoy it.
Miss Collingsby had seated herself in the stern sheets of the boat, and
was watching the waters that rippled under the counter. I thought she
was not very well satisfied with herself for what she had done, and
rather wished herself on shore again. If she knew her prudent and
dignified father's opinion of Mr. Waterford, it would not have been
strange that she was dissatisfied with herself.
"This is a magnificent day for a sail," said Mr. Waterford, gayly, as
he glanced at his fair companion.
"Elegant," replied she, but in a tone which indicated that she was not
in the full enjoyment of the sail or the day.
"Would you like to take the helm and steer, Miss Collingsby?"
"No, I thank you; not now."
"You enjoyed it so much when we sailed last time, that I thought you
were cut out for a sailor."
"Half the pleasure of sailing is the company you have with you," added
Marian.
"And you think you are
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