"My goodness!" he continued, as he lifted them out of the
boat, "how heavy they are!"
And he began to untie the bag, and soon disclosed to the view of the
coast-guards, not the lemons, but almost half a peck of smooth, round
stones.
George and Harry, who could contain themselves no longer, rolled on
the bottom of the boat, convulsed with laughter; and several ready
hands tore off the coverings of the baskets and pails, and they were
found to be empty.
A more astonished set of boys one never saw; and, as soon as they
could speak, they burst out with a volley of ejaculations that will
hardly bear repetition.
"We've been chasing the wrong boat," said one.
"Yes," answered another, "and I knew it would be so. That Frank
Nelson is too much of a Yankee for us."
"The Speedwell--the Speedwell!" shouted another; "keep a good look-out
for her."
"Oh, you're too late," said Harry, with a laugh, "the provisions were
landed long ago."
"I don't believe it. I didn't see any thing of her."
"Of course you didn't," said Charles; "you were too intent on catching
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