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Updated: May 16, 2025
He had never seen her equal for traveling, and he knew that she must be making a good fourteen knots, for the cutter was capable of twelve. She had reached her closest point of contact with Code's vessel and had begun to bear away when Pete leveled his glasses. It was on Schofield's tongue to reveal the identity of the pursued when Ellinwood yelled: "Good Heavens! Skipper!
Code's first duty when he started running had been to make sure that his Laughing Lass was riding safely at her anchorage. The burning wharfs faced south. The brisk breeze was southeast and bore a promise of possible rain.
Even, in that time of danger, the memory of the 'One Hoss Shay' came to me, and I thought that the May Schofield was doing exactly the same thing, although only half as old." "And then what happened?" asked Elsa, who had sat breathless through Code's narrative. "There's not much more to tell," he said, with an involuntary shudder. "It was too much for the old girl with that load in her.
But the deck of the schooner was a mass of the bait, and the tubs of salt clams brought from Freekirk Head could be saved until later. Rockwell, who had been looking out forward, suddenly called Code's attention to a flock of sea-pigeons floating on the water a mile ahead.
"All right," said ma, with finality; "we will now proceed to refresh ourselves." It was two o'clock before they separated for the remainder of the night. Code's room, with its big mahogany double bed, was given over to Nellie and the children while he gladly resigned himself to the humpy plush sofa.
During the night the barrels of fresh bait had been lightered to the Lass, and there was nothing for it but to make sail and get back on the Banks as soon as possible, leaving Code to his fate but carrying on the work he had begun. In accordance with Code's instructions, Pete automatically became the skipper of the schooner, and he selected Jimmie Thomas as his mate.
He stood silent, amazed, overwhelmed while she turned her face away. Code Schofield's appearance at his schooner the next morning to help the crew unload was the signal for a veritable native-son demonstration. Not only had the story of Code's sudden liberation and Nat's as sudden imprisonment spread like wild-fire clear to Southern Head Light, twenty miles away, but the tale was hailed with joy.
Some men were already in liquor, and all seemed to be headed in that general direction. Suddenly, as Code was about to urge Pete along, he gave an exclamation and stopped short. "What's the matter, skipper?" "I wonder where he is now?" Code's eyes were searching the crowd. "I saw him right over there." He pointed to a certain spot. "Who? What? Are you crazy, Code?"
He plunged down the companionway to the cabin and emerged a moment later with Code's powerful glasses. But Code did not need any glasses to tell him who she was. His eye had picked out her points before this, and the only thing that interested him was the fact that her wireless was down. It was the mysterious schooner.
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