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"They're somewhat better than Spaniards, that's all I can say in their favour!" As the boat drew near, the party on the raft pointed to their lips. "Water! Water!" they gasped out. By this time, no one could speak with clearness. Even Jack Windy, who was the strongest, could scarcely stand upright on the raft. "Oh! Pauvres garcons! Vite! Vite!" Mr Collinson understood the words.
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As they pulled alongside, none on board knew them. Captain Trevelyan and the other officers were on deck. Besides Mr Barker, there was another lieutenant. "Then they must suppose I am lost," thought Mr Collinson, as he stepped aft. "I am afraid I am not known," he said. Captain Trevelyan started. A beam of pleasure lighted up his face.
She slipped away from me like that bluff over that canyon, and that was the end of it." "But she might have escaped," said Key quickly, forgetting himself in his eagerness. But Collinson only shook his head. "Then she'd have been here," he said gravely.
The blood rushed to Key's pale face. "Prospectin' agin?" said the proprietor of the mill, with his weary smile. "No," said Key quickly, "only straightening my pack." The blood deepened in his cheek at his instinctive lie. Had he carefully thought it out before, he would have welcomed Collinson, and told him all. But now a quick, uneasy suspicion flashed upon him.
Happily, the man next to him had just time to seize him by the leg, and haul him in, though not without difficulty his oar was saved. Not without sad forebodings of the fate of the boat's crew, did the captain see her leave the ship's side. "No man can handle a boat better than Collinson," he observed to Mr Barker, who was by his side, "that's one comfort."
Mr Collinson had not been many minutes in the dining-room, when the young lady, accompanied by an elderly-looking Frenchman with white hair, entered the room. "You are welcome, sir, to my house," he said; "and I am happy to receive you.
The young lady was there. Mr Collinson took off his hat, and explained in his best French who they were. "Oh!" she said, "my father will be at home presently, and he, I am sure, will gladly afford you any assistance in his power."
Bill looked aft, anxiously looking for Mr Collinson, but he did not appear. When he attempted to go aft himself, one of the seamen made signs to him that he was to remain where he was. The ship was running some three or four knots only through the water, with all sail set. "I say, Tommy," said Bill to his companion, "there's another chance of our escaping a French prison.
"You wouldn't mind telling me where you mought hev got that?" he said meditatively. "Of course I should mind," said Key with a well-affected mingling of mirth and indignation. "What are you thinking of, you old rascal? What do you take me for?" But Collinson did not laugh. "You wouldn't mind givin' me the size and shape and general heft of her as wore that shoe?"
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