boy's delight.

"Pull her ashore now, lad," he at length ordered, "and let's go fer a
sail."

"What, in the _Roaring Bess_?" Rod eagerly asked, as he glanced toward
the yacht fretting gently at her anchor a short distance away.

"Sure thing. Dinner won't be ready fer an hour, so we'll take a spin
around fer awhile."

Rod could hardly believe his senses. How often he had looked upon the
_Roaring Bess_ from the respectable distance of the main road. To have
a sail in her had been his one great ambition. While lying in bed he
had often imagined himself skimming over the water, with the sail, big
and white, bending above him. Now his dream had really come true, and
here he was at last sitting by Captain Josh's side, watching him as he
headed the boat upstream. A gentle breeze was drifting in from
westward, sufficient to fill the sail and send the _Roaring Bess_
speeding over the water. A deep sigh escaped Rod's lips.

"Hey, what's wrong?" the captain cried. "Gittin' tired, and want to go
home?"

"Oh, no, no," was the emphatic reply. "I sighed because I am so happy."

"H'm. That's it, eh? I thought people generally whistled or laughed
when they are happy."

"Is that what you do, Captain Josh, when you're happy?"