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To the custom-house officers they had of course to be a little more explicit; but even they were satisfied when, after a careful search of the craft's tiny cabins and forecastle, they were invited to sample a bottle of choice Madeira, on some four or five dozen of which Leslie willingly paid duty.
None of the halyards were racked, nor sheets stoppered. This was a precaution we always took, on account of the craft's being so tender. We first spliced the main-brace and then got our suppers, eating between the guns, where we generally messed, indeed.
"Get out the oars, lads, and we will try and keep the craft's head to wind, while I cut away the wreck. It is our only chance, for if she is brought broadside to the sea, she will fill in an instant and go down." Tom Peddler, accustomed to obey old Joe, promptly got out one of the oars, while Andrew and Simon got out the other; Stephen, springing aft, went to the helm.
So far, they had run before the gale, but to bring the craft's side to it was a different thing. She set her lips as she watched Thirlwell haul the spritsail sheet. He was cautious and for a few moments brought the craft's head up with the paddle and kept the small sail fluttering. Then he let her go and she lurched down until her side amidships was in the water.
Inside, a clerk sat, busily writing. "Mr. Sharpman has not come down yet," he said, in answer to Craft's question. "Take a chair; he'll be here in twenty minutes." The old man seated himself, and the clerk resumed his writing. In less than half an hour Sharpman came in.
Then I set the lever at high speed and as the blacks came yelling upon us I slipped from the craft's deck and with drawn long-sword met the attack. At the same moment a girl's shriek rang out behind me and an instant later, as the blacks fell upon me.
"There was no Emperor Montezuma and no Aztec Empire, except in the minds of the Spanish." He peered out one of the heavy ports. "And by the looks of this town we'll find an almost duplicate of Aztec society. I don't believe they've even got the wheel." The eight of them clustered about the craft's portholes, taking in the primitive city that surrounded them.
From the irregular way in which the walls were formed, he quickly decided that the pit was a natural one. The streaks, he thought, might have been due to lava flow. His agent proceeded to drive straight over the rim and down the slope into the pit. His engine was quite stopped; like Smith, the geologist wondered just how the craft's wheels were operated.
He steadied the small mitrailleuse on the edge of the cockpit, holding the craft's stick between his knees, and squeezed off a burst which rattled through the other's fuselage without apparent damage. The foe glider slid away quickly, losing precious altitude in the maneuver. "Ah, ha," Joe said wolfishly. "So now they know we've got a stinger too." "I got that," Freddy crowed. "I got it perfectly.
He knew of an instance where a child had been taken by its grandfather by virtue of a writ of habeas corpus. He would get such a writ, the sheriff should go with him, they would bring Ralph to court again; and since the law had declared the boy to be Simon Craft's grandson, the law could do nothing else than to place him in Simon Craft's custody.
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