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He endured all as best he could, for one reason and one only. The loudest and coarsest of his tormentors was Mr Fastnet. At last, however, when, not for the first time, Rosalind's name had been dragged into the conversation, the blood of the Ingletons rose. The man who had spoken was a young roue, little more than Roger's own age, and reputed to be a great man in the circles of the fast.

And one of these the least desirable of the lot had been this Fastnet, the companion in profligacy of his lost brother, the one man, perhaps, from whom he might hope to obtain a clue as to the fate or whereabouts of the man whose rights he, Roger, was usurping! He was tempted to telegraph to Armstrong to come to his help. But he dismissed the thought. In this quest Armstrong was not with him.

The captain and crew said they would never have been able to scud before the hurricane but for their influence. She arrived at Queenstown a complete wreck having been literally under water or covered by it from leaving the Banks until they passed the Fastnet; bulwarks were gone fore and aft; boats were smashed, but the hatches were intact.

But for reasons best known to himself he had devoted the opportunity thus afforded him to elicit as much as he possibly could of Dick's previous history; and Dick, open and candid as the day, and with nothing to conceal, had told a great deal more than perhaps some people would have considered quite prudent; so that when the Fastnet hove in sight, Earle knew practically all that there was to know about Dick, including even the fact that the latter had a sister, who, Earle gathered, from a number of cursory and incidental remarks, must be a girl very well worth knowing.

A harum-scarum young dog, with impudent eyes, and a toss of his head that would have defied the bench of bishops?" "That is he," said Roger excitedly. "Sit down!" continued Fastnet "curly hair, arms like a young Hercules, as obstinate as a bulldog, with a temper like a tiger?" "Yes, yes! that must be the same."

The fourteenth day out we made the light on Fastnet Rock, off Cape Clear, and went bowlin' along the coast, passin' Tuskar next day, and swingin' her off up channel and round Hollyhead past the Skerries and takin' a pilot off P'int Lynas. It were a sight worth seein' for to watch the old man handle her in takin' a pilot.

She belonged to one of the great ocean lines that run between Liverpool and New York, and was now on her last outward trip for the year and rapidly nearing her western goal the Fastnet light and, according to our reckoning when we took the sun at noon, in latitude 42° 35 minutes North, and longitude 50° 10 minutes West, that is, just below the banks of Newfoundland, our course to our American port having been a little more southerly than usual for the season.

Four hundred years had passed since Cabot on his voyage of discovery had, in his little caraval, passed over the same course that Grenfell now sailed in the Albert. Nineteen days after Fastnet Rock was lost to view, the shores of Newfoundland rose before them. That was fine sailing for the landfall was made almost exactly opposite St. Johns. The harbor of St. Johns is like a great bowl.

"It's lucky for him," snarled he, "he is only a visitor in this house." Fastnet and one or two of the others laughed disagreeably. "Ingleton," said the former, taking control of the proceedings generally, "are you willing to repeat what you said outside?" "Certainly," said Roger; "anywhere you like. And I shall be delighted to add that he is a coward." "There, Compton. Surely that satisfies you?"

We stuck to the Grotkau's tail that night an' the next twa days she slowed down to five knot by my reckonin' and we lapped along the weary way to the Fastnet." "But you don't go by the Fastnet to get to any South American port, do you?" I said. "We do not. We prefer to go as direct as may be. But we were followin' the Grotkau, an' she'd no walk into that gale for ony consideration.

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