Transcriber's Note: Chapter VI is succeeded by Chapter VIII without adesignated intervening Chapter VII. DW
CONTENTS
XII. THE RETURN OF “OLD KAZOOZER”
PETER LANE GEORGE RAPP, the red-faced livery-man from town, stood with hishands in the pockets of his huge bear-skin coat, his round face glowing,looking down at Peter Lane, with amusement wrinkling the corners of hiseyes.
“Tell you what I'll do, Peter,” he said, “I'll give you thirty-fivedollars for the boat.”
“I guess I won't sell, George,” said Peter. “I don't seem to care to.”
He was sitting on the edge of his bunk, in the shanty-boat he had spentthe summer in building. He was a thin, wiry little man, with yellowishhair that fell naturally into ringlets: but which was rather thin on topof his head. His face was brown and weather-seamed. It was difficult toguess just how old Peter Lane might be. When his eyes were closed helooked rather old-quite like a thin, tired old man-but when his eyes wereo