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           Hecutfromanothertreealong,slenderpolewhich,whentrimmedofitsbranchesandfasteneduprightinthecenteroftheboat,servedasamast.Fromthechesthedrewacoilofropeandabigbundleofcanvas,andwiththese—stillhumminghissong—heriggedupasail,arrangingitsoitcouldberaisedorlowereduponthemast.

           Dorothyfairlygaspedwithwondertoseethethinggrowsospeedilybeforehereyes,andbothButton-BrightandPollylookedonwiththesameabsorbedinterest.

           "Itoughttobepainted,"saidJohnnyDooit,tossinghistoolsbackintothechest,"forthatwouldmakeitlookprettier.But’thoughIcanpaintitforyouinthreesecondsitwouldtakeanhourtodry,andthat’sawasteoftime."

           "Wedon’tcarehowitlooks,"saidtheshaggyman,"ifonlyitwilltakeusacrossthedesert."

           "Itwilldothat,"declaredJohnnyDooit."Allyouneedworryaboutistippingover.Didyoueversailaship?"

           "I’veseenonesailed,"saidtheshaggyman.

           "Good.Sailthisboatthewayyou’veseenashipsailed,andyou’llbeacrossthesandsbeforeyouknowit."

           Withthisheslammeddownthelidofthechest,andthenoisemadethemallwink.Whiletheywerewinkingtheworkmandisappeared,toolsandall.