"'There's your contract,' says she, passing it back. 'And a very good
contract it is. The next time you draw one up, insert a clause that will
fit emergencies like the present one.' And, Lord, Lord, she had him,
too.
"But there's the breeze, and I'm off. Good-bye, old man. Hope the
little girl succeeds. The _Martha's_ a whacking fine boat, and she'd
take the place of the _Jessie_."
CHAPTER XVII--"YOUR" MISS LACKLAND
The next morning Sheldon came in from the plantation to breakfast, to
find the mission ketch, _Apostle_, at anchor, her crew swimming two mares
and a filly ashore. Sheldon recognized the animals as belonging to the
Resident Commissioner, and he immediately wondered if Joan had bought
them. She was certainly living up to her threat of rattling the dry
bones of the Solomons, and he was prepared for anything.
"Miss Lackland sent them," said Welshmere, the missionary doctor,
stepping ashore and shaking hands with him. "There's also a box of
saddles on board. And this letter from her. And the skipper of the
_Flibberty-Gibbet_."
The next moment, and before he could greet him, Oleson stepped from the
boat and began.
"She's stolen the _Flibberty_, Mr. Sheldon. Run clean away with her.
She's a wild one.
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