make it; but even that doesn’t move her.”
Dan bent low over the gunwale to hide a smile, twitched once or twice on the roding, and, behold, the anchor drew at once.
“Haul up, Penn,” he said laughing, “er she’ll git stuck again.”
They left him regarding the weed-hung flukes of the little anchor with big, pathetic blue eyes, and thanking them profusely.
“Oh, say, while I think of it, Harve,” said Dan when they were out of earshot, “Penn ain’t quite all caulked. He ain’t nowise dangerous, but his mind’s give out. See?”
“Is that so, or is it one of your father’s judgments?”
Harvey asked as he bent to his oars. He felt he was learning to handle them more easily.
“Dad ain’t mistook this time. Penn’s a sure ’nuff loony.”
“No, he ain’t thet