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"Dead as Julius Cæsar, captain," said Gelid coolly. Dead enough, thought I, and left the cabin to go on deck. At the foot of the companion-ladder, I stumbled over something. "What the deuce is this?" growled I. "It's me, sir." "Me and who's me?" "Reefpoint, sir." "Gracious God! what are you doing here youngster? You're not wounded, I hope." "A little, sir; a scratch from a splinter, sir.
"Back to the schooner, or we shall be blown into the air like onion peels." But the schooner had got loose, and was fast leaving us. Gelid, Wagtail, and Reefpoint, were on board; the latter, though badly wounded, had crept out of his hammock, and on deck.
The only two Waves, that I successfully made interest at their own request to get back with me, were Tailtackle, and little Reefpoint.
At this moment the little midshipman, Master Reefpoint, a great favourite of mine, by the by, reappeared, with Tailtackle behind him, carrying my bundle. I was regularly caught, as the clothes, on the chance of a lark, had been brought from the ship, although stowed out of sight under the stern sheets of the boat. "Here are your clothes, Mr Cringle," quoth middy.
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