two sausage-shaped canvas bags attached to short lengths of cord, and he inserted them between bulkhead and boat about ten feet apart, making the free ends of the cords fast under the low rail. "They won't cost you anything," he said. "They're worn out. All right for this job, though. Now let's see."
Ten minutes later the Pequot Queen was fast, bow and stern, the worn but still serviceable hawsers securely tied to two spiles. "There," said Brose. "She'll stay put till the Yankees win the World's Championship, fellers!"
"We're awfully much obliged to you," said Laurie gratefully. "You've been mighty decent. Now, how much is it, rope and all?"
"Two dollars and seventy-five cents," answered Brose. "But I'll throw off the seventy-five cents if you'll tell me what in the name of Old Joe Barnes you're aiming to do with her now you've got her!"
Laurie questioned Bob silently, and, because they had taken a sudden and immense liking to the queer, loose-jointed, red-haired Brose, Bob nodded. So Laurie told him the whole story, and Brose Wilkins's eyes opened wide and his broad
