"The Speedwell! I wonder if I couldn't make a sloop of her.

At any rate, I will get her up into my shop and try it." Frank, while he was paying a visit to his cousin in Portland, had witnessed a regatta, in which the Peerless, a large, schooner-rigged scow, had beaten the swiftest yachts of which the city boasted; and he saw no reason why his scow could not do the same.

The idea was no sooner conceived than he proceeded to put it into execution.

He sprang up the bank, with Brave close at his heels, and in a few moments disappeared in the wood-shed.

A large wheelbarrow stood in one corner of the shed, and this Frank pulled from its place, and, after taking off the sides, wheeled it down to the creek, and placed it on the beach, a little distance below the wharf.