The Jack-Knife Man

PETER LANE GEORGE RAPP, the red-faced livery-man from town, stood with his hands in the pockets of his huge bear-skin coat, his round face glowing, looking down at Peter Lane, with amusement wrinkling the corners of his eyes. "Tell you what I'll do, Peter," he said, "I'll give you thirty-five dollars for the boat." "I guess I won't sell, George," said Peter. "I don't seem to care to." He was sitting on the edge of his bunk, in the shanty-boat he had spent the summer in building. He was a thin, w...