"
"Do any of you want to stop?" inquired Fred, glancing at his
companions as he spoke.
"Not I," replied John quickly. "When we have a good sea like this
and Fred can be safe from the misery he suffered yesterday I'm
not for taking any chances of the wind coming up later."
"That's mighty kind of you," growled Fred. "I never knew you to
be so thoughtful of any one, --except yourself."
"Don't say that," said John. "You don't mean it. What you mean is
that this is the first time you ever have appreciated how good I
am."
"Huh," began Fred in response. His reply, however, was
interrupted by Sam Hodge as he said, "This is a mighty good boat.
She must have cost a pile of money."
"She did," said George quickly. "Fred had to save up his spending
money for several days before he bought her. You don't talk like
a native around here, Sam. Where did you come from?"
"I come from New York," answered Sam.
"What were you doing there?"
"Oh, I worked in a factory where we made legs and feet and arms
for dummies and models."
"Fine job," laughed George. "Did you like it?"
"I liked the job all right," replied Sam, "but I didn't like our
foreman. I quit on account of him."
"What was wrong with him?"
"Everything," said Sam quietly.
"So that was why you left and came up here to work on motor-boats
was it?"
"Yes," answered Sam.
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