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What boat, and manned by whom? The creaking of oarlocks and the dip of paddles was unmistakable. Suddenly Wilbur raised his voice in a great shout: "Boat ahoy!" There was no answer; the noise of oars grew fainter. Moran came running out of her cabin, swinging into her coat as she ran. "What is it what is it?" "A boat, I think, right off the schooner here. Hark there did you hear the oars?"
"I'll get an extra pair of oars if you do." "I don't know how. Besides, it's too much work. I guess I'll let you do it." Chuck was fitting his oars in the oarlocks. She stood on the landing looking down at him. His hat was off. His hair seemed blonder than ever against the rich tan of his face. His neck muscles swelled a little as he bent.
Moran and Wilbur, wearied of watching, had turned in again, when they were startled to wakefulness by the creak of oarlocks and the sound of a boat grounding in the sand. The coolies the deserters from the "Bertha Millner" were there. Charlie came forward. "Ge' lup! Ge' lup!" he said. "Junk all smash! Kai-gingh come ashore. I tink him want catch um schooner." "What smashed the junk?
They stood in the shallow water with sea boots on and forked the salmon into their rowboats and laid the rowboats alongside the Blackbird to deliver, all in the dark without a lantern flicker, with muffled oarlocks and hushed voices. Three times they swept the bay.
With only a moment's hesitation she plunged into the lake, and struck obliquely across. Her tired legs could not propel the tired body rapidly. She saw the boat headed for her. She turned toward the centre of the lake. The boat turned. She could hear the rattle of the oarlocks. It was gaining on her. Then there was a silence.
Perhaps had the oars been handy, the boat might not have remained so safely. The boys were glad to relieve their shoulders of the pair they had taken turns in carrying, and without pausing to rest, they stepped into the boat, Phil finding some difficulty in making the Scout boat's oars fit the Big Four's oarlocks. But at last they were off and Jerry bent to his task.
With only a moment's hesitation she plunged into the lake, and struck obliquely across. Her tired legs could not propel the tired body rapidly. She saw the boat headed for her. She turned toward the centre of the lake. The boat turned. She could hear the rattle of the oarlocks. It was gaining on her. Then there was a silence.
At that instant Lucile's keen ears caught the groan of oarlocks. "But I hear oars," she whispered hoarsely. "They've come for him. Someone has carried him away. I heard him try to cry for help. We must stop them if we can find a way." Catching up their rifles they crept stealthily from their tents. Nothing was to be seen save the camp and the forest.
"What kind of a bird?" inquired Filippa, who loved bird pets. "A kind of Chinese ground-lark. It has large eyes and a long bill, and its feathers are spotted," replied Fil. We were passing over the bridge that carried the road over an arm of the sea, the purple sea, which had a white foam-edge. I noticed a boat moving against the tide. It had no engine, no sails, no rowers at the oarlocks.
Cursing his luck in missing the boat by so short a margin of time, he sat down heavily on the stout wooden wall that guarded the approach. It would be ten or fifteen minutes before the tortoise-like craft could recross and pick him up. His gaze instantly went downstream. The faint, rhythmic sound of oarlocks came to his ears.
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