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There were ugly rumors of it; and there was a danger that Castro and Carlos, if
not looked after, might end their days in some marsh- dyke. It was desirable that
someone well known in our parts should see them to the seashore. A boat, there
The boat leaked like a sieve. The wind freshened, and we three began to ask
ourselves how it was going to end. There were no lights upon the sea. At last,
well out, a blue gleam caught our eyes ; but by this time old Rangsley was
Our boat went down under us whilst I was tying a rope under Carlos' arms. He
was standing up with the bailer still in his hand. On board, the women
passengers were screaming, and as I clung desperately to the rope that was
thrown me, ...
Queer-looking boats crawled between the shores like tiny water beetles. One
headed out towards us, then another. I did not want them to reach us. It was as if I
did not wish my solitude to be disturbed, and I was not pleased with the idea of ...
Up — up! Go see if the boat is yet there. We must go quickly ; up — up " He
waved his hand towards the scuttle. " But still," Castro said. He was reluctantly
fitting his wooden hand upon the blue steel. He sent a baleful yellow glare into
my eyes, ...
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