the Greyhound herself was shipping silently around the river-bend, gliding out of sight insubstantially, like the shadow of a dream.
It was Pud Jones, returning to the Greyhound for matches, who, white of face and round of eye, first reported the loss.
"Hi, there, you fellas!" he screamed down at the idling dreamers; "somebody's pinched our boat!"
Alarming and unhappy indeed was the half-hour that followed. In vain the pirate crew scurried overland to the road fence, and with much shouting and gesticulating from behind screening shrubbery, tried to stop some passing farm-wagon. Binney Pennyfather,the most youthful of the unfortunates, even began to cry and wish that he was dead.
It was Captain O'Malley alone who rose to the occasion. He quickly, though somewhat rudely, wove for himself a skirt of wild grapevines. This, after many mishaps and disappointments, he fastened gingerly about his waist.
At a costume so Adamical the entire pirate crew suddenly forgot their woes, and, seeing that he was adding to their joy in life, Lonely
