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"
I
never
knew
you
played
the
banjo
!
"
cried
Harris
and
I
,
in
one
breath
.
"
Not
exactly
,
"
replied
George
:
"
but
it
's
very
easy
,
they
tell
me
;
and
I
've
got
the
instruction
book
!
"
We
made
George
work
,
now
we
had
got
him
.
He
did
not
want
to
work
,
of
course
;
that
goes
without
saying
.
He
had
had
a
hard
time
in
the
City
,
so
he
explained
.
Harris
,
who
is
callous
in
his
nature
,
and
not
prone
to
pity
,
said
:
"
Ah
!
and
now
you
are
going
to
have
a
hard
time
on
the
river
for
a
change
;
change
is
good
for
everyone
.
Out
you
get
!
"
He
could
not
in
conscience
--
not
even
George
's
conscience
--
object
,
though
he
did
suggest
that
,
perhaps
,
it
would
be
better
for
him
to
stop
in
the
boat
,
and
get
tea
ready
,
while
Harris
and
I
towed
,
because
getting
tea
was
such
a
worrying
work
,
and
Harris
and
I
looked
tired
.
The
only
reply
we
made
to
this
,
however
,
was
to
pass
him
over
the
tow-line
,
and
he
took
it
,
and
stepped
out
.
There
is
something
very
strange
and
unaccountable
about
a
tow-line
.
You
roll
it
up
with
as
much
patience
and
care
as
you
would
take
to
fold
up
a
new
pair
of
trousers
,
and
five
minutes
afterwards
,
when
you
pick
it
up
,
it
is
one
ghastly
,
soul-revolting
tangle
.
I
do
not
wish
to
be
insulting
,
but
I
firmly
believe
that
if
you
took
an
average
tow-line
,
and
stretched
it
out
straight
across
the
middle
of
a
field
,
and
then
turned
your
back
on
it
for
thirty
seconds
,
that
,
when
you
looked
round
again
,
you
would
find
that
it
had
got
itself
altogether
in
a
heap
in
the
middle
of
the
field
,
and
had
twisted
itself
up
,
and
tied
itself
into
knots
,
and
lost
its
two
ends
,
and
become
all
loops
;
and
it
would
take
you
a
good
half-hour
,
sitting
down
there
on
the
grass
and
swearing
all
the
while
,
to
disentangle
it
again
.
That
is
my
opinion
of
tow-lines
in
general
.
Of
course
,
there
may
be
honourable
exceptions
;
I
do
not
say
that
there
are
not
.
There
may
be
tow-lines
that
are
a
credit
to
their
profession
--
conscientious
,
respectable
tow-lines
--
tow-lines
that
do
not
imagine
they
are
crochet-work
,
and
try
to
knit
themselves
up
into
antimacassars
the
instant
they
are
left
to
themselves
.
I
say
there
may
be
such
tow-lines
;
I
sincerely
hope
there
are
.
But
I
have
not
met
with
them
.
This
tow-line
I
had
taken
in
myself
just
before
we
had
got
to
the
lock
.
I
would
not
let
Harris
touch
it
,
because
he
is
careless
.
I
had
looped
it
round
slowly
and
cautiously
,
and
tied
it
up
in
the
middle
,
and
folded
it
in
two
,
and
laid
it
down
gently
at
the
bottom
of
the
boat
.
Harris
had
lifted
it
up
scientifically
,
and
had
put
it
into
George
's
hand
.
George
had
taken
it
firmly
,
and
held
it
away
from
him
,
and
had
begun
to
unravel
it
as
if
he
were
taking
the
swaddling
clothes
off
a
new-born
infant
;
and
,
before
he
had
unwound
a
dozen
yards
,
the
thing
was
more
like
a
badly-made
door-mat
than
anything
else
.
It
is
always
the
same
,
and
the
same
sort
of
thing
always
goes
on
in
connection
with
it
.
The
man
on
the
bank
,
who
is
trying
to
disentangle
it
,
thinks
all
the
fault
lies
with
the
man
who
rolled
it
up
;
and
when
a
man
up
the
river
thinks
a
thing
,
he
says
it
.
