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At that moment a branch of coral, which projected rather far from the bottom, touched O'Rook's toe and drew from him an uncontrollable yell of alarm. Baldwin Burr, who swam close behind, was humorously inclined as well as cool. He pushed the plank he was guiding close to his comrade's back, dipped the end of it, and thrust it down on O'Rook's legs.
A child not more than four years of age, I think sat sleeping in a corner upon an older comrade's lap. A gray-bearded pard was staunching a gash in his cheek with the tail of his coat. A fine-looking young fellow sat with his face in his hands, as if his heart were far off, and he wished to shut out this bitter scene.
With much heaving, and many half-suppressed groans from the one, and "heave-ho's" from the other, Big Swinton was at last mounted on his comrade's broad shoulders, and the two started for home.
Walter began to feel really frightened now, for Chris was one of those childish people who, having once begun drinking, cannot stop themselves from taking more than is good for them. But on this occasion, to his comrade's surprise, he did stop before long. "It's no good for me to try and persuade him," thought Walter; "it 'ud only make him go the other way.
He tried again, with the same result. Cast after cast proved futile. After the last failure he turned and glowered morosely upon Redmond. "'Tis either dhrunk or dhramin' ye must be, bhoy! There's nothin' there. I've a good mind," he added slowly "a d d good mind tu shove ye undher arrest for makin' a friv'lus report tu yeh superior!" Yorke now came to his comrade's rescue.
"Ah, well, as there's only monkeys and jaguars, and sich like to see me, it don't much signify; but my mustaches is gitin' mighty long, for I've been two weeks already without a shave." Martin laughed heartily at the grave, anxious expression of his comrade's face. "Never mind, Barney," he said, "a beard and moustache will improve you vastly.
Old Maynard wrung his comrade's hand. "You make me hope in spite of myself, my past experiences, my very senses, Armitage. I have leaned on you so many years that I missed you sorely when this trial came. If you had been there, things might not have taken this shape.
Passepoil, as usual, commented on his comrade's remark: "It might have been longer with advantage." Indifferent to the bravos' obvious distaste for his society, the hunchback continued: "I have news for you. Lagardere and I met yesterday." Cocardasse whistled. "The devil you did!" The hunchback coolly continued: "We fought, and I killed him."
"Come here," he cried with a suggestive hoarseness. "We're through with this trail." He was standing waist-deep among the tangled brushwood, and it was a minute before Weston smashed through it to his side. Then he, too, stopped and started, for he saw a huddled object in tattered duck lying face downward at his comrade's feet. The latter made a little gesture when he met Weston's eyes.
Even amid the stress of her terror, she recognized the assurance in the man's tone. He had blind confidence in his comrade's prowess, and his next words made this impression clearer. "Don't be afraid. He'll never let go until he brings her out." Standing, breathless, a pace or two apart, they saw Vane and the girl appear from beneath the willows and wash away down-stream.
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