"Oh, yes," said Mollie, quickly, determined to second Betty's efforts to appear at ease. "We've done considerable cruising."
"That's good. Well, you want to know this river before you do much more. It's treacherous. Sam, threw that rope while I put us up a little closer," he commanded.
"Yes, boss," was the reply of a big colored man in the bow.
Both Mollie and Betty grasped for the rope as it came uncoiling toward them.
"That's good," complimented the man. "Now can you make it fast? Have you a ring-bolt there?"
"No, but there's a deck-cleat," spoke Betty.
"Just the same. Now, then, I'm going to turn about and try to haul you off, pointing my bow down stream. This boat works better on the direct clutch than in reverse. And when I start to pull, you'd better reverse your motor. Can you do it?"
"Oh, yes," answered Betty.
"Good. You do know something about boats. So you're from the orange grove; eh? I heard the new owner had come on. Need any men down there?" and he seemed quite business-like.
"I—I don't know," faltered Betty, looking at Amy. "Mr. Stonington hasn't told us anything
