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Here we get the trip to Washington, while Lieutenant Ridder will have only the fun of going out to the cliff above Cobtown to-morrow to have a look at what is left of Millard's mine." Their train brought the submarine boys into Washington just before seven in the morning. There was time for a good breakfast.
"I didn't see her, at Cobtown, under sail. I shall have to wait until I can make out the hull, sir, before I can make even a good guess." Smoke was pouring heavily from the "Sudbury's" two funnels by this time, for the gunboat was being pushed, under forced draught, to considerably better than twenty knots an hour. The schooner apparently was making between seven and eight knots an hour.
Some are occupied by fishermen, and some ain't. There's three or four coves down that way fishing craft anchor in. It's a lonely, wild bit of country, and some rough characters 'mong them fishermen." "Did you take your fare to any particular house or shanty down at Cobtown?" "Nope; she got out on the road, in sight o' Cobtown, an' walked along, toting her old grip."
Within fifteen minutes more the gunboat was running fairly close, though off to starboard. "That doesn't look even a little bit like the 'Juanita," muttered Ensign Eph, disgustedly. "Why, she's longer than the Cobtown schooner. Besides, the 'Juanita' is a two-sticker, while that hooker yonder has a third mast with a yawl-rig leg-o'-mutton sail."
"Hal, old fellow, any trail is best where it's freshest." "I reckon you can git in, now, gents, if ye want," called the driver. Seated in the cab the submarine boys set out to meet whatever might be before them in Cobtown. Had they possessed the gift of prophecy However, none of us possess that!
"Plenty," cheerfully responded the first driver, taking the hint and leaving. "Where did you take that woman?" questioned Jack, while the new driver got out a bucket for watering his horses. "Away down by the sea-coast. Know where the Cobtown fishing shanties are?" "No." "Well, Cobtown is made up of three or four little villages of rickety old houses.
Round up all the crew you see, and make 'em stand at attention along one of the seams of the deck! Sailors aboard, you down any man who tries to block or balk you. Lively, now! I've seen this master in Cobtown, and I'll take my oath this is the 'Juanita' with a pieced-out, false stern and a faked third mast!"
And here are charts of some of the gulf ports as well." Gray, his wounds bound, had been laid on the door of the stateroom, which had been taken from its hinges. On this stretcher, the prisoner was taken over the side into the launch. "Who's going to pay for the damage done here, sir?" asked the skipper of the Cobtown schooner, stepping forward. "Hm!" muttered Jack.
"Schooner, ahoy!" hailed Eph, as the launch ran in alongside "What craft is that?" "Schooner 'Malta, Cooper, master, from Sidney, N.S.," came the reply of a man at the after rail. "Seems to me I've seen you before, in Cobtown!" suddenly exclaimed Eph Somers, as he leaped over the rail in advance of his marines. "C-Cob town?" demanded the schooner's master, falteringly.
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