It was Bryan Lee ; he had taken from Osborne his house and land , but he had not been able to take Nan Stewart , after all . Natty of Blue Point Natty Miller strolled down to the wharf where Bliss Ford was tying up the Cockawee . Bliss was scowling darkly at the boat , a trim new one , painted white , whose furled sails seemed unaccountably wet and whose glistening interior likewise dripped with moisture . A group of fishermen on the wharf were shaking their heads sagely as Natty drew near . `` Might as well split her up for kindlings , Bliss , '' said Jake McLaren . `` You 'll never get men to sail in her . It passed the first time , seeing as only young Johnson was skipper , but when a boat turns turtle with Captain Frank in command , there 's something serious wrong with her . '' `` What 's up ? '' asked Natty . `` The Cockawee upset out in the bay again this morning , '' answered Will Scott . `` That 's the second time . The Grey Gull picked up the men and towed her in . It 's no use trying to sail her . Lobstermen ai n't going to risk their lives in a boat like that . How 's things over at Blue Point , Natty ? '' `` Pretty well , '' responded Natty laconically . Natty never wasted words . He had not talked a great deal in his fourteen years of life , but he was much given to thinking . He was rather undersized and insignificant looking , but there were a few boys of his own age on the mainland who knew that Natty had muscles . `` Has Everett heard anything from Ottawa about the lighthouse business yet ? ''
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