At midnight the wind chopped round to the westward, and blew the fog over. At one o'clock the _Woodville_ was going up the river at full speed. At three o'clock she came up with the steamer which had started from St. Johns four hours before, hard and fast aground. She hailed the little _Woodville_, and requested assistance. Lawry took a hawser on board, and gave her a few pulls; but she was too hard on the sand to be started, and he was compelled to abandon her. The commotion caused by these operations awoke some of the gentlemen in the cabin of the _Woodville_, and they came on deck to learn the occasion of it. "What's the trouble, Captain Lawry?" asked one of them. "Haste and waste," replied the young pilot sententiously. "What do you mean?" "Nothing, only the boat which left St. Johns four hours before us is aground, and can't get off." "Well, haste and waste does mean something, after all," laughed the speaker. The gentlemen went to bed again; the _Woodville_ continued on her course, and when the party came on deck, at seven in the morning, she was in sight of Burlington. Of course, the excursionists were delighted to be able to attend the "trot." At four o'clock in the afternoon, the steamer which had grounded reached Burlington. Some of Lawry's party came on board in the evening to settle their accounts with the boat. They were gentlemen, and they acknowledged their error, and apologized for the strong language they had used. "Well, gentlemen, I am very glad you are satisfied," said Lawry, as he put their money in his pocket. "I shall still believe in and follow my motto--HASTE AND WASTE." THE END