he unfriendly tribe
would own him the strongest chief in the world, and would be subject to
him. It was great, Jimmie, to hear Shining Fish tell it. He said the
great chief marched into the place where the bulls were, and they came
dashing toward him, and their hoofs rang upon the ground, and their
nostrils sent out sheets of flame, but the chief never flinched a step,
and the bulls stopped short and trembled. Then the chief sprang upon the
nearest, and seized him by the horns, and they wrestled until the bull
fell to its knees tired out. Then he grabbed at the other, and threw it,
and all the Indians began to wonder how any chief could be so strong."

"S'pose it's true?" questioned Jimmie.

"Sure!" answered Amos. "What's Captain Stoddard doing to his boat?" he
continued. Captain Enos was evidently not bound out on a fishing trip,
for he was making his boat as tidy as possible.

"He's going to sail over to Brewster to fetch Anne back," answered
Jimmie.

"But Anne is going to Boston with Rose Freeman," said Amos.

Jimmie shook his head. "No, the Freemans won't take her because she ran
away," he explained, and looked up in amazement, for Amos had sprung to
his feet and was racing along the beach toward Captain Stoddard's boat
as fast as his feet would carry him.

Jimmie laughed. "I'll bet Amos wants to go to Brewster," he decided.

Amos did not want to go to Brewster. But he had instantly resolved that
Anne must not be stopped from going to Boston. Even as he ran he could
see that there was no time to spare in reaching Captain Enos, for he was
already pushing off from shore.

"Captain Enos! Captain Enos!" he called frantically, and the captain
looked toward him. "Wait a minute! wait!" yelled the boy, and the
captain waited, saying good-humoredly:

"Never saw such a boy as that one. He can't bear to see a boat put off
unless he's in it."

"Captain Enos, you mustn't bring Anne back," said Amos as he ran out
into the shallow water and grasped the side of the boat. "It wouldn't be
fair; it wasn't her fault," he added.

"Whose fault was it?" asked the captain.

"Wait!" commanded Amos, remembering his promise to his sister. "Wait
just ten minutes, Captain Enos, before you start. I'll be back," and
away went Amos up the beach and along the sandy path to the house.

"Amos is going to come out first rate, I can see that plain enough,"
said Captain Enos, watching the boy's flying figure, and he was not
surprised whe