Sam explained that his love for the work which he did
in the winter, when he was employed in the factory on Broome
Street, New York, was present with him throughout the year.
"Yes, I like fooling around a boat in the summer time," he
explained, "but you can't do that when the ice is about two feet
thick. And yet if I go back to New York then I am all out of
practice with my feet and legs and arms, so the only thing for me
to do is to keep in the game. Besides, I like it and what a
fellow likes to do isn't work, it's play. I'm finishing up that
dummy," explained Sam to the boys when they entered. "One arm is
a bit too long and one of the feet ought to have a number four
shoe and the other about a number nine. I have seen people that
way, but not very often."
"I should think you would wake up in the night with the
nightmare," laughed George. "I think I should if I looked out and
saw somebody over in the corner of the room still, staring and
silent."
"Yes, some folks is easily scared," acknowledged Sam. "I've been
over to Alexandria Bay," he added.
"When?" inquired Fred quickly.
"Oh, I guess I've been over two or three times. I've been asking
some questions about those men that run the Varmint II."
"What did you find out about them?" inquired both boys eagerly.
"Accordin' to what I heard they aren't much good."
"What do you mean?"
"Why, I think they are a tough lot," said Sam, shaking his head.
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