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Twice a day the ocean crowded in that narrow entrance and was heaped between these frail walls; twice a day, with the return of the ebb, the mighty surplusage of water must struggle to escape. The hour in which the Farallone came there was the hour of flood. The schooner looked up close-hauled, and was caught and carried away by the influx like a toy.
But W. and W. went into this business themselves, they were on the crook. Now we're on the square, we only stumbled into it; and that merchant has just got to squeal, and I'm the man to see that he squeals good. No, sir! there's some stuffing to this Farallone racket after all." "Go it, cap'!" cried Huish. "Yoicks! Forrard! 'Old 'ard! There's your style for the money!
But to you I'll rip it right out. I got a ship." "A ship?" cried Herrick. "What ship?" "That schooner we saw this morning off the passage." "That schooner with the hospital flag?" "That's the hooker," said Davis. "She's the Farallone, hundred and sixty tons register, out of 'Frisco for Sydney, in California champagne.
"If I were you, I would pick up that pistol, come up to the house, and put on some dry clothes," said Attwater. "If you really mean it?" said Herrick. "You know they we they.... But you know all." "I know quite enough," said Attwater. "Come up to the house." And the captain, from the deck of the Farallone, saw the two men pass together under the shadow of the grove.
For the Trinity Hall Davis was prepared; he would barricade the house, and die there defending it, like a rat in a crevice. But for the other? The cruise of the Farallone, into which he had plunged only a fortnight before, with such golden expectations, could this be the nightmare end of it? The ship rotting at anchor, the crew stumbling and dying in the scuppers?
'Wha's that? cried Davis, bounding in the boat and upsetting the champagne. 'You lost the Sea Ranger because you were a drunken sot, said Herrick. 'Now you're going to lose the Farallone. You're going to drown here the same way as you drowned others, and be damned. And your daughter shall walk the streets, and your sons be thieves like their father.
Yes, I guess this island is about good enough for John Davis." "I never heard such nonsense!" cried Herrick. "What! with all turning out in your favour the way it does, the Farallone wiped out, the crew disposed of, a sure thing for your wife and family, and you, yourself, Attwater's spoiled darling and pet penitent!" "Now, Mr.
The captain scrambled to his feet, and stood gasping and staring. "Mr. Herrick, don't startle a man like that!" he said. "I don't seem someways rightly myself since...." He broke off. "What did you say anyway? O, the Farallone," and he looked languidly out. "Yes," said Herrick. "There she burns! and you may guess from that what the news is." "The Trinity Hall, I guess," said the captain.
It was thus a cutting reproof to compare the islanders and the whites aboard the Farallone. Shame ran in Herrick's blood to remember what employment he was on, and to see these poor souls and even Sally Day, the child of cannibals, in all likelihood a cannibal himself so faithful to what they knew of good.
About half way on the return voyage, when Herrick looked back, he beheld the Farallone wrapped to the topmasts in leaping arms of fire, and the voluminous smoke pursuing him along the face of the lagoon. In one hour's time, he computed, the waters would have closed over the stolen ship.
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