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"Give way, my lads," whispered Captain Dunning eagerly, as he watched the other boats; "we shall be first we shall be first; only bend your backs." The men needed not to be urged; they were quite as anxious as their commander to win the races and bent their backs, as he expressed it, until the oars seemed about to break. Glynn sat on the after thwart, and did good service on this occasion.
All that night I walked the streets and roads of Cape Ann, walking where my eyes would lose no sight of that sea to which I had been born, and thinking, thinking, thinking always to the surge and roar of it; and in the morning I went down to where Hugh Glynn's vessel lay in dock; and Hugh Glynn himself I found standing on the string-piece, holding by the hand and feeding candy to the little son of one of his crew, the while half a dozen men were asking him, one after the other, for what I, too, had come to ask.
But the very feeling of relief at the prospect of immediate deliverance had well-nigh proved fatal to them both; for Glynn experienced a sudden relaxation of his whole system, and he felt as if he could not support himself and his burden a minute longer. "Ailie," he said faintly but quickly, "we shall be saved if you obey at once; if not, we shall be drowned.
"Humph!" ejaculated Glynn, giving the wheel a savage turn, as if to express his thorough disapprobation of the slave-trade, and his extreme disgust at not being able, by the strength of his own right arm, at once to repress it. "And who's to pay for our foretopsail-yard?" he inquired, abruptly, as if desirous of changing the subject. "Ourselves, I fear," replied the captain.
If you stay any longer, looking at me with those queer eyes of yours, I may break down and tell you all about it, just for the dangerous joy of easing my own soul by dumping a load on yours. Good God! Miss Glynn, such women as you should not be nurses; it isn't fair.
She did not speak for a full minute, and he was positive that her fingers tightened their grasp on the magazine. "The same model," he said quietly. She nodded her head. "Hetty Glynn, I am sure," she said, after a pause, without lifting her eyes. Her voice was low, the words not very distinct. He drew a long breath, and she looked up quickly. What he saw in her honest blue eyes convicted her.
Having been made a nigger of that is, having had his face and hands blackened in order to avoid detection Glynn sallied forth with the captain and Rokens to return to their ship, the Red Eric, which lay in the harbour, not ten minutes' walk from the house. They passed the police on the wharf without creating suspicion, and reached the vessel.
"A black outlook, captain." "Maybe, maybe. And yet a man's death at the last." "So 'tis, captain so 'tis." John Snow and Hugh Glynn gripped hands, looked into each other's eyes, and parted Hugh Glynn out into the night again and John Snow, with Mrs. Snow, to their room, from where I could hear her sobbing. I almost wanted to cry myself, but Mary Snow was there. I went over and stood behind her.
It was a pleasant letter, and I should be sorry if you did not get it. Write to me about Italy about sunshine, about statues and pictures. 'Ever sincerely yours, From Father Oliver Gogarty to Miss Nora Glynn. 'October 20, 19 . 'I wrote last week apologizing for troubling you again with a letter, pleading that the melancholy of autumn and the falling of the leaf forced me to write to someone.
"You forget that the first act in this nice little melodrama was the knocking down of Sling, so that he could not know what happened after, and the police would not be so soft as to tell him why they wanted such information until after they had got it." Poor Glynn looked aghast, and Rokens was overwhelmed.
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