h me," suggested Toby. "Dad

home?" Charley almost sobbed, quite

t of most fixes, and he keeps his head and don't get scared. Dad knows. He's wonderful fine about gettin' out of f

, and when Charley was seated astern, and Toby was pulling for the huts, a hal

up with worry, now. Dad says worry and

arley in agony. "I've been left behind! I've

e safe and sound and well. Maybe the mail

asked Charley, ready to

Toby cautiously, "but leas

e, bleak wilderness that surrounded them. The bare rocks, the falling snow, and the sound of the sea beating upon the cliffs beyond Pinch-In Tickle filled his heart with hopelessness and helplessness. As uncomfortable

the la

formed a natural wharf. He sprang nimbly out, painter i

Smoke was issuing from a stovepipe that protruded through the r

here you sees the smoke. The other houses belongs to Mr. McClung from Newfoundland. The mail boat

here till the ship comes back for me,

ip's comin' back she'll be back before night. Nobody stays out here in winter. 'Tis wonderful cold here when the wind blows down ov

you go?" asked Char

ured Toby. "Dad'll know what to do. He'll g

ws cleaning a gun. A round-faced, plump little woman was at the stove, transferring from a kettle to a large earthen bowl someth

harley Norton who was a passenger on the mail boat, and

be playin'!" He spoke in a big voice that quite suited his size, but which startled Charl

know what to do," ans

gun he was cleaning and

ke clasp. "Besides bein' Toby's Dad, I'm Skipper Zebulon Twig of Double Up Cove, a

or a moment, and laughed too, while he shook hands with Mrs. Twig, who had, C

. But you're cast away with grub, and that's not so bad. There's a pot of stewed bear's meat with dumplin' just ready. We'll set in and eat, and then talk about your