boats." "Wait!" cried Burrell.

"Good God! we've done nothing but wait, WAIT, _WAIT_! Let's do something!" "You go back yonder and set down," commanded Lee.

"We'll have a boat before long." The arrival of the tiny Mission steamer was never of sufficient importance to draw a crowd to the riverbank, so the impatient men at the post relaxed interest in her as she came creeping up abreast of the town.

It was little Johnny Gale who first saw Necia and Poleon on board, for he had recognized Father Barnum's craft at a distance, and stationed himself at the bank hand-in-hand with Molly to bid the good, kind old man welcome.
The men inside the house did not hear the boy crying Necia's name, for his voice was small, and they had gone to the rear of the store.
"Understand! You leave Runnion to me," Burrell was saying.

"No man shall lay hands on him except me--" His voice trailed away; he rose slowly to his feet, a strange light on his face.