I hope breakfast is ready, I'm hungry." Mr.Wise, of "The People's Drug Store," had exactly two minutes in which to cover the three-quarters of a mile to the station.

As a matter of course, he was late.

Inquiring for Conductor Mills, he was met by a red-faced man in uniform, who, watch in hand, demanded what in the vale of eternal torment he meant by keeping him waiting eight minutes.
"Do you realize," demanded the red-faced man, "that I'm liable to lose my job?
I'll have you to understand that if any other man than Doc.
Morgan asked me to hold up the Cape Cod express, I'd tell him to go right plumb to--" Here Mr.Wise interrupted to hand over the package and explain that it was a matter of life and death.

Conductor Mills only grunted as he swung aboard the train.
"Hump her, Jim," he said to the engineer; "she's got to make up those eight minutes." And Jim did.
And so it happened that on the morning of the Fourth of July, Dusenberry's birthday, Captain Hiram Baker and his wife sat together in the sitting room, with very happy faces.

The Captain had in his hands the "truly boat with sails," which the little first mate had so ardently wished for.
She was a wonder, that boat.