"
"Oh, never mind her, Lancy," said Dexie; "honestly, I rather enjoy it. I
was so afraid this afternoon that I should never hear her scold me again
that I can bear all she has to say as meekly as a lamb."
Gussie looked up in astonishment, then dropped her eyes for very shame.
"What has happened? Were you capsized? Is Hugh drowned?" she asked in
alarm, noticing for the first time how sober they looked.
Her unceremonious exit from the boat had put her out of temper. She felt
angry and mortified when she remembered how glad Hugh seemed to be to get
rid of her. Was the day to end in a tragedy?
Where was Hugh, sure enough?
After leaving Dexie, he rowed across the harbor to some small fishing-boats
that were riding at anchor, and tried to hire the occupants of one of them
to accompany him to the vessel. But the story he told them seemed so
improbable they would pay no attention to him for some time. Hugh was
almost beside himself with fear on Dexie's account; but he at last
succeeded in persuading a crafty old fellow to accompany him, by promising
him more money for his services than the fisherman had ever, at one time,
seen in his life, and finally he accompanied Hugh back to the vessel.
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