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At length, however, she arrived within a biscuit-throw of us, backed her main-topsail again, and once more lowered a boat, which a dozen oar- strokes sufficed to bring alongside our raft.
This discovery was made barely in time to enable me to jam my helm hard- a-starboard and just fetch the opening, through which in about five minutes afterwards we gently slid, finding ourselves in the midst of a deep basin of almost perfect circular form, so completely landlocked and with such a narrow and artfully-concealed entrance that it was not until we were within a biscuit-throw of the rocks that I felt absolutely certain there really existed a passage at all.
Then came the faint tinkle of a bell, and the H Sinclair, of Far Harbor, glided up and thrashed the water scarce a biscuit-throw away. "Hello, there!" the man in uniform called out. It was Captain McCann, chief of the Far Harbor police. Mr. Cooke waved his cigar politely. "Is that Mr. Cooke's yacht, the Maria? "The same," said Mr. Cooke. "I'm fearing I'll have to come aboard you, Mr. Cooke."
Then came the faint tinkle of a bell, and the H Sinclair, of Far Harbor, glided up and thrashed the water scarce a biscuit-throw away. "Hello, there!" the man in uniform called out. It was Captain McCann, chief of the Far Harbor police. Mr. Cooke waved his cigar politely. "Is that Mr. Cooke's yacht, the Maria? "The same," said Mr. Cooke. "I'm fearing I'll have to come aboard you, Mr. Cooke."
Then came the faint tinkle of a bell, and the H Sinclair, of Far Harbor, glided up and thrashed the water scarce a biscuit-throw away. "Hello, there!" the man in uniform called out. It was Captain McCann, chief of the Far Harbor police. Mr. Cooke waved his cigar politely. "Is that Mr. Cooke's yacht, the Maria? "The same," said Mr. Cooke. "I'm fearing I'll have to come aboard you, Mr. Cooke."
We ran about half-a-mile astern from them; then with both broadsides ready, we tacked, and found that, as we expected, we could weather the whole of them. This we did; O'Brien running the brig within biscuit-throw of the weather schooner, engaging him broadside to broadside, with the advantage that the other two could not fire a shot into us without standing a chance of striking their consort.
This we did; O'Brien running the brig within biscuit-throw of the weather schooner, engaging him broadside to broadside, with the advantage that the other two could not fire a shot into us without standing a chance of striking their consort. If he made more sail, so did we; if he shortened, so did we; so as to keep our position with little variation.
A bell rang and muffled by the fog a voice proclaimed itself a voice which I knew. I felt Weymouth writhing impotently beside me; heard him mumbling incoherently; and I knew that he, too, had recognized the voice. It was that of Inspector Ryman of the river police and their launch was within biscuit-throw of that upon which we lay! "'Hoy! 'Hoy!" I trembled. A feverish excitement claimed me.
With the land of promise within biscuit-throw and the tugs bustling about the great liner's skirts like little dogs about their mistress, he descended to details. "I shall get a room somewhere," said Uncle Chris, "and start looking about me. I wonder if the old Holland House is still there. I fancy I heard they'd pulled it down. Capital place.
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