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Young Jack and Harry Girdwood, who by their friends are supposed to have been grievously ill-treated, found themselves dragged by rough and brutal hands to a considerable distance from the shore where they had unfortunately landed. The boy whom young Jack had rescued, and who decoyed them to their ruin, disappeared at once.
"Beware!" said Harry Girdwood, in sepulchral tones. "Beware, I say!" "Beware!" chimed in the others, as in one voice. "I warned you that the time would come when you would beg for mercy of my father," pursued young Jack. "I told you that you should grovel in abject terror, and plead in vain aye, in vain." "Never!" retorted Hunston. "To-morrow will show you."
"I see," responded the other, in the same constrained tone, "there's a shark! I see his fin." "There's plenty more in the neighbourhood." "No; he's all alone, and, my eye! what a feast he'll have!" "I see him! He strikes for the bottom. He's got him, whether he's dead or alive." Poor boys! Unhappy Jack. Luckless Harry Girdwood.
Mole's stumps, and the worthy professor flew into the ocean For a wooden-legged man to swim well, or even to keep himself afloat by treading water, is a somewhat difficult task and so Mr. Mole would have found it, had not Harry Girdwood promptly followed the advice given by a celebrated American "When you see a drowning man, throw a rail at him." Harry threw a plank, and Mr.
Now each took a scull, and with long, deep strokes they pulled for their own safe part of the coast. Wind and tide were in their favour, and they shot through the water at racing pace. "Pull round; here's our place. Now for it." "Both together," said Harry Girdwood, excitedly. Three long, vigorous strokes, and the boat ground far up high and dry upon the shingle. They ran on wildly.
"I felt like a miserable swab!" he muttered; "a d d, deceitful son of a sea-cook that's what you are, Joe Basalt, I wish I'd never had nothing to do with that precious stowaway." The fishing expedition consisted of two boat-loads. To wit, the pinnace and the cutter. In the former were Jefferson, Dick Harvey and four sailors. In the cutter were young Jack, Harry Girdwood, Mr.
They were coming to this place, whoever it was. The boys looked about them in despair. At the last moment young Jack's eye lighted upon an empty sack upon the ground, lying beside the full ones to which we have previously alluded. "Let's get in that." "Good." Harry Girdwood jumped at the proposition.
"Hullo!" He yelled and drew back his hand "What now?" "I've cut myself." "Why, how on earth did you manage that?" "There's a knife sticking out of the sack. Let's open it and get it out." "What for?" "It's a pity to throw such a thing into the sea." The boys shivered. This time there could be no mistaking the words. "Jack," whispered Harry Girdwood, "do you hear?"
"You are uncomfortable, Mr. Mole." "Not at all; nerves of adamant, Harry." The latter laughed. Never was there such an audacious humbug as Isaac Mole. "You see that frame, sir, beside the wizard's chair?" said Girdwood. "Yes," replied Mr. Mole; "what of it?" "He showed us some marvels there last time." "What is it?" "A magic mirror."
"A terrible death on this green earth, With never the slightest chance of heaven; Let him curse the day the hour of his birth, The English victim numbered seven." "And you are Number Seven, Mr. Mole. May all the powers of heaven and earth preserve me from such a terrible doom as yours." Mr. Harry Girdwood, however, handed him a rum flask, and a good pull at that restored his nerves.
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