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ON TIME OR, BOUND TO GET THERE
STREET & SMITH CORPORATION PUBLISHERS 79-89 Seventh Avenue, New York
Renewal Granted to Alice Adams Russell, 1897
On Time
ON TIME.
"I don't think the lake would amount to much without water; in fact, to no more than I do without business," I replied. "I want something to do, and if I can buy this boat at a low price, I am sure I can make something out of her."
"What can you do with her? She is a very pretty plaything; but you and I can't afford such luxuries," added my father.
"I don't want her for a plaything, father," I persisted. "I want to make some money out of her."
"You are an enterprising boy, Wolf; but I really don't see any money in a boat like that."
"I think there is, though of course I may be mistaken. Since Major Toppleton has been running his steamers across the lake to Centreport so many times a day, the ferry would not pay, and the owner has gone up to Ruoara with his boat. Now, there are many people who wish to cross between the steamers' trips."
"I don't think that would pay," said my father, shaking his head.
"There is hardly a boat to let, either in Middleport or Centreport. I think a boat kept for parties of pleasure would pay well. There are plenty of people who want to go up the lake fishing; and there would be a great many more if a decent boat were to be had."
"Well, Wolf, you have made your own money, and you are smart enough to take care of it yourself. If you want to go into a speculation on your own account, I haven't a word to say. But what will this boat cost?"
"Of course I don't mean to pay anything like her value. If she can be bought at a low figure, I can do something with her, even if I have to sell her."
"They say she cost five or six hundred dollars."
"I should say she could not be built and fitted up for anything less than six hundred. I am willing to go one hundred on her. If I can buy her for that, I can turn her again so as to double my money," I continued confidently.
"I don't know. A boat is either the best or the worst property in the world."
"I know that. It is October now, and the boating-season is about over, though there is considerable fishing done up the lake. Not many people want to buy a boat in the fall, and for that reason she won't bring much."
"Here is the hundred dollars. If you can buy her for that, I think you will be safe enough," added my father, as he took the bills from the bureau drawer.
I was very fond of boating, and would rather have made my living in that way than any other; but while I could get two, or even one dollar a day for running an engine, I could not afford to risk my chances with a boat. I was out of business now. I had been contemptuously discharged from the Lake Shore Railroad, and, not a little to my chagrin, Colonel Wimpleton, who had made me liberal offers to serve in his new steamer, did not repeat them. My father also was out of employ, and, though we were not likely to suffer at present for the want of work, we could ill afford to be idle.
I had taken it into my head that I could make something with a good sailboat. The people of the two towns, as well as many strangers who came to them, were fond of fishing, and six or seven dollars a day for such a boat as I proposed to buy would not be an extravagant price, including, as it would, my own services as skipper. Twenty days' work would refund my capital, and I could reasonably hope to obtain this amount of business during the next two months. The next summer she would be a small fortune to me, for boats were in constant demand.
Lewis Holgate, the son of the man who had robbed my father, was still the engineer of the Lightning Express. He was under the powerful protection of Tommy Toppleton, who ruled all Middleport by ruling his father, the magnate of the town. Lewis was a treacherous wretch. He had labored to ruin me, under the direction of his young master; but I tried to think as kindly of him as I could. I was daily in fear that, through his unskilful management of the locomotive, an accident would occur on the road. I am almost sure that Colonel Wimpleton would have hailed such a catastrophe with satisfaction, so deep and bitter was his hatred of Major Toppleton, and so great was his opposition to the road. As the matter stood, neither the train nor the steamer was entirely reliable. A little more shrewdness, skill, and enterprise would have turned the scale in favor of either.
"What are you doing on our boat, Wolf Penniman?" demanded he, leaping down from his high seat the moment he saw me.
"I'm going down to Ruoara on her; that's all I'm doing just now," I replied.
"Did you come to count the passengers?" said he bitterly.
"I did not, though, for that matter, it would not be a difficult task to count them."
"None of your impudence, Wolf Penniman!"
"What's the matter, Waddie?" I asked, laughing. "I suppose you know I'm not the engineer of the railroad now, and you need not waste any hard words upon me."
"I don't want to see you on this boat, or on our side of the lake," he added, restoring the cigar to his mouth, and looking as magnificent as a little magnate could look.
"I won't hurt you, or the boat."
"I'll bet you won't!"
"This is a splendid boat," I continued, in a conciliatory tone.
"Splendid enough."
"But I don't think you are smart to let the major get ahead of you, as he does."
"What do you mean by that?"
"If I were running this boat, I should have my share of the through passengers," I replied, with all the good-nature I possessed.
"You would do big things!" sneered he.
"I should try to."
"You can't come it over me, as you did over my father."
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