a rise, just when we’ll need all hands to get the coal off, and all those boats laying at the mouth, too.  I heard it day before yesterday, by chance like, when Jim Foushee and the two O’Learys were sitting smoking on the fence behind the store.  The O’Learys were tight with the Redeye they had aboard, and let it out in their stupid ‘colloguing,’ as they call it; but Jim Foushee saw me standing at the window, and right away called in two or three of the Sandy men and threatened my life if I told Hammond.  They have watched me like a cat ever since, and never left me and Hammond alone together.  They are with Hammond now, launching a coal-boat, or I’d never have got off with you.”

I sat breathless.  I knew it was ruin to let the expected rise pass without getting the coal-boats down; but what could be done?

“Don’t look so pale, Janet.  You can tell Hammond, you know, and he’ll find a way to circumvent them.  And it was to tell you all this that I brought you out here this afternoon, only my unlucky tongue would talk of what I see it’s too soon to talk of yet.  But here’s Louisa, right ahead.  Make haste and get your traps, while I settle my business, and we’ll be back, perhaps, in time for you to manage some way to see Hammond to-night.  Nobody knows you went with me, and you’ll never be suspected.”

Not Tom Salyers’s most rapid and vigorous rowing could make our little skiff keep pace with my impatience; but, thanks to his efforts, the sun was still high when he landed me in the little cove behind our house, where I could run up through the woods to our back-door, while he pulled boldly up to the store-landing and called some of the men to help him carry his purchases up the bank.  I did not stop for a word with my step-mother, but, passing rapidly through the house, threw my parcels on the bed in the sitting-room, and, running down the walk to the maple-tree under which my dug-out was always tied, jumped into it and sculled out into the river.  The coal-boat had just been launched, and George Hammond was standing on the bank superintending the calking of the seams which the water made visible.  I pushed up to the bank, and called to him as I neared,—­

“Can you not come, Mr. Hammond, a little way up-stream with me?  I have found those young tulip-trees that you want for your garden; they are just round the bend above Nat’s Creek.  Jim Foushee will see to that work, and I have just time to show them to you before supper.”

I was a favorite with Jim Foushee.  He laughed a joking welcome to me, as he said,—­

“I’ll see to this, Sir, if you want to go with Janet Rainsford.  She’s the gal that knows the woods.  A splendid Sandy wife you’ll make some young fellow, Janet, if you don’t get too book-learned.”

In five minutes we were off and had rounded the point out of sight and hearing.  In a few hurried words I told my story, but at first Mr. Hammond would not believe it.