"I say, lad, isn't it rather a novelty for the fish patrol to be taking to horseback?"
"Imagination," I answered. "It's what you're always preaching-- 'keep thinking one thought ahead of the other fellow, and you're bound to win out.'"
"He! he!" he chuckled. "And if one thought ahead, including a mare, doesn't take the other fellow's breath away this time, I'm not your humble servant, Charley Le Grant."
"But can you manage the boat alone?" he asked, on Friday. "Remember, we've a ripping big sail on her."
I argued my proficiency so well that he did not refer to the matter again till Saturday, when he suggested removing one whole cloth from the after leech. I guess it was the disappointment written on my face that made him desist; for I, also, had a pride in my
