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A couple of long sweeps were rigged out of either bow of the brigantine, and her prow, which just before was heading shoreward, was swung to seaward, while her canvas was trimmed to catch the first breath of the on-coming breeze. "This looks like business," said Don Herero with emphasis, at the same time shading his eyes with both hands to get a better view of the situation.
When the boat gradually swept round and turned shoreward again, having left a long line of floats in its wake, they perceived that a large sheet of water had been enclosed, and a feeling of wonder, combined with a half guess as to what all this portended caused their black orbs to enlarge, and the whites thereof to glisten.
At the distance the revenue cutter would be unable to distinguish friend from foe and would take no chances. "Stay down," he called to Dickie. "It's the search from the Bennington. They may shoot." The light moved shoreward as he spoke, carefully searching the rocks which fringed the coast. Gregory threw the wheel in the opposite direction and struck out at a tangent toward the sea.
Shoving the wrench into her pocket and throwing the rope loosely about her neck, she crawled over the ledge and climbed downward. The ledge dipped sharply under the overhanging surface and extended shoreward in a narrow shelf, carpeted by kelp and washed by the sea. Around that big boulder would be the best place. From there she could throw the rope to good advantage.
Can you beat that?" she exclaimed in a low voice to Gregory. "His feet are getting cold too, and he's one of the best men I have." Keeping well off the headland they rounded the point and turned shoreward. "In there." Johnson jerked his head in the direction of a small cove which lay almost hidden beneath the brow of an overhanging cliff. "She lays just beyond that arch." Dickie ordered a halt.
All things were swimming away from him. The last thing he knew was that he was in somebody's arms, and the somebody was running. The boat swept shoreward. A man with a musket, standing in the bows, was about to fire at the fugitives. A sharp voice stayed him. "Ne tirez point! Nous les prendrons vivants. Ce n'est qu'un seul homme et le gosse." A bugle from the shingle-bank retorted defiantly.
We lay in luminous blue water; shoreward the water was green-green and brilliant; at the shore itself it broke in a long white ruffle, and with no crash, no sound that we could hear. The town was buried under a mat of foliage that looked like a cushion of moss. The silky mountains were clothed in soft, rich splendors of melting color, and some of the cliffs were veiled in slanting mists.
Most fortunately, however, only one of the grapnels caught it fell upon the wooden grating or platform between the outrigger and the hull of one canoe, and was quickly torn away by the desperate hands of the natives in less than a minute both canoes were clear of the ship, and racing shoreward without the loss of a single man.
It was all as natural and familiar and so were the shoreward sights as if there had been no break in my river life. There was a 'cub, and I judged that he would take the wheel now; and he did. Captain Bixby stepped into the pilot- house. Presently the cub closed up on the rank of steamships. He made me nervous, for he allowed too much water to show between our boat and the ships.
Innumerable have been the victims already, through me, of that dread sentence. But you you shall be saved. Farewell, then, and farewell, to all time, salvation!" Again he turns shoreward. "Indeed, indeed, I know you," Senta follows still; "Full well I know your fate. From the first moment of seeing you I knew you. The end is at hand of your torture!
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