"How came you there?"
"Your son's boat capsized," explained Mr. Morton; "and, as you
will judge from my appearance, I jumped in after him. I should
advise him to change his clothing, or he will be likely to take
cold."
Squire Haynes looked puzzled.
"I don't see how a large rowboat like his could capsize," he
said; "he must have been very careless."
"It was a sailboat," explained John, rather reluctantly.
"A sailboat! Whose?"
"Mine."
"I don't understand at all."
"I had a mast put in, and a sail rigged up, two or three days
since," said John, compelled at last to explain.
"Why did you do this without my permission?" demanded the squire
angrily.
"Perhaps," said Mr. Morton quietly, "it will be better to
postpone inquiries until your son has changed his clothes.
Squire Haynes, though somewhat irritated by this interference,
bethought himself that it would be churlish not to thank his
son's preserver.
"I am indebted to you, sir," he said, "for your agency in saving
the life of this rash boy.
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