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           "Hi!"saidtheshout,inmostdisagreeabletones,"getoutofthat,can’tyou?"

           Anoldwhitehorsecomingalongthetowing-pathwaswithinhalfadozenyardsofthem.Theysprangtotheirfeetandhastilyclimbedupthebank.

           "We’llslipdownagainwhenthey’vegoneby,"saidBobbie.

           But,alas,thebarge,afterthemannerofbarges,stoppedunderthebridge.

           "She’sgoingtoanchor,"saidPeter;"justourluck!"

           Thebargedidnotanchor,becauseananchorisnotpartofacanal-boat’sfurniture,butshewasmooredwithropesforeandaft—andtheropesweremadefasttothepalingsandtocrowbarsdrivenintotheground.

           "Whatyoustaringat?"growledtheBargee,crossly.

           "Weweren’tstaring,"saidBobbie;"wewouldn’tbesorude."

           "Rudebeblessed,"saidtheman;"getalongwithyou!"

           "Getalongyourself,"saidPeter.Herememberedwhathehadsaidaboutfightingboys,and,besides,hefeltsafehalfwayupthebank."We’veasmuchrighthereasanyoneelse."

           "Oh,‘AVEyou,indeed!"saidtheman."We’llsoonseeaboutthat."Andhecameacrosshisdeckandbegantoclimbdownthesideofhisbarge.

           "Oh,comeaway,Peter,comeaway!"saidBobbieandPhyllis,inagonisedunison.

           "Notme,"saidPeter,"butYOU’Dbetter.