`` Barr it is , young man . This gentleman is my friend , Mr. Blackmore . We have been celebrating Victoria Day by a shooting tramp over Little Bear . We hired a boat from Ford at the Harbour Head this morning -- the Cockawee , he called her -- and sailed over . I do n't know much about running a boat , but Blackmore here thinks he does . We were at the other side of the island when the fog came up . We hurried across it , but it was almost dark when we reached our boat . We sailed around the point and then the boat just simply upset -- do n't know why -- '' `` But I know why , '' interrupted Natty indignantly . `` That Cockawee does nothing but upset . She has turned turtle twice out in the harbour in fine weather . Ford was a rascal to let her to you . He might have known what would happen . Why -- why -- it was almost murder to let you go ! '' `` I thought there must be something queer about her , '' declared Mr. Blackmore . `` I do know how to handle a boat despite my friend 's gibe , and there was no reason why she should have upset like that . That Ford ought to be horsewhipped . '' Thanks to Prue 's stinging hot decoctions of black currant drink , the two gentlemen were no worse for their drenching and exposure , and the next morning Natty took them to the mainland in the Merry Maid . When he parted with them , Mr. Barr shook his hand heartily and said : `` Thank you , my boy . You 're a plucky youngster and a skilful one , too . Tell your brother that if I can get the Blue Point lighthouse berth for him I will , and as for yourself , you will always find a friend in me , and if I can ever do anything for you I will . ''
Two weeks later Everett received an official document formally appointing him keeper XXXXX Blue Point Island light .
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