"Oh!" and Carolyn's eyes danced. "But there's Prince." "He can ride up there, too," declared Mr. Littlefield, and stubbed around to the front of the bus. He lifted Carolyn up on to the high seat, and grabbing Prince by the collar and his stump of a tail, tossed him sprawling after her. "Make him sit up side o' ye, leetle gal," said Mr. Littlefield, and, securing the lines from the backs of the patient horses, began clambering up himself. "I ain't so graceful as one o' these here gazelles they tell about," he added. "I'm more like a crab--look one way and travel t'other. But I manage to git there." He ended, puffing a little, and falling upon the hard cushion of the seat with his left foot on the brake release and the wooden leg sticking straight out over the fat back of the nigh horse. "All right astarn?" he called. "For we're goin' to cast off." "All clear here, Skipper," said the salesman. "You can haul up your mudhook." "And you can haul in your slack," retorted the wooden-legged man. "I remember you from a previous v'y'ge, young man. I dunno as Mr. Ben'll want you an' your bags at all at the Truefelt House after you fillin' the sugar bowls out'n the salt crock and the salt cellars vice varsy. Fun is fun; but some people's idee of fun ought to bring 'em to the gallus. "Come up, Trouble! Hi, Worry! Shack along now. I guess we don't git no more passengers this tide." The fat, sleek horses awoke and ambled through the broad esplanade before the docks. Carolyn was greatly interested in all she saw; but particularly was she interested in the wooden-legged man and how he came to have a wooden leg. The horses, Worry and Trouble, drew the bus across the main street, along the landward side of which were set most of the hamlet's shops, the post-office, and some of the smaller hotels; while the other side of the street dropped easily away to the harbour beach. They rattled through a lane where the occupants of the fishermen's cottages could almost shake hands from opposite doorstones; and then up a little green rise into the premises of the Truefelt House--a sprawling frame building with a porch on two sides and a big cupola on the roof with a quarterdeck-walk outside the cupola. Captain Solon Truefelt, who had built the house when he retired from the sea, had still to pace his quarterdeck in all weathers. From the cupola he could overlook the whole island and the surrounding seas through an old-fashioned jointed telescope, that still hung in beckets up in the glass-encased hut on the roof-top. The Truefelt House was comfortably and well built, and had been modernized to meet the requirements of the present generation of summer visitors. Captain Solon's daughter-in-law and his grandson now managed the hotel to much better advantage than had the old sea captain; and the Truefelt fortunes were on the march.