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It had caught the scow's wide stern and had swung it out from the dock. Wefers unhooked the chain and dropped it clankingly into the bottom. Then, with ponderous uncertainty, he stepped from the dock's string-piece to the prow of his boat. A whiff of breeze slapped the loosened scow, broadside on, and sent it drifting an inch or two away.
A shifting that indicated Vermilion was selecting the crew of his own scow with an eye to a purpose a purpose that had not altogether to do with the scow's safe conduct through white-water.
"Well, you wouldn't call her a YACHT, would you?" said Mr. Goldberg. "Perhaps not," admitted Cleggett, "perhaps not. She's more like a bark than a yacht." "A bark? I dunno. Always thought a bark was bigger. A scow's more her size, ain't it?" "Scow?" Cleggett frowned. The Jasper B. a scow! "You mean a schooner, don't you?" "Schooner?" Mr. Goldberg grinned good-naturedly at his departing customer.
"Look out for the signal," called the naval officer, coolly. "When I tell you, then look out for what happens over at the scow. Er now!" They were too far away to hear the impact, but the two submarine boys saw a slight commotion in the waters under the scow's rail. Then the dummy torpedo bounded back, rising and floating on the surface spent!
Harriet took the tiller and straightened out the scow's course, though she discovered that the old boat was a most unmanageable craft. It simply would not keep on any one course for more than thirty seconds at a time. Jane was shouting her directions, making sarcastic remarks about Harriet's steering, but the latter merely smiled.
The Egret had completed her curve and with throttled engines was creeping smoothly up to the ditching scow's side. "You don't have to go back," said Payne. "The ditching can wait. I'll have them moor the ditcher here. You can get aboard the tug and I'll have them take you to Key West, to Fort Myers, Tampa any place you want to go. From there you can go anywhere, as far away as you wish to go."
So abstracted, indeed, had his thoughts become, that he was hailed by Hutter to keep the scow's head in the right direction, before he remembered his actual situation. "So spake the apostate Angel, though in pain, Vaunting aloud, but racked with deep despair." Paradise lost, I. 125-26.
Which of the young ladies ought we to take, Mr. Prescott?" "Why, I believe Miss Bentley and Miss Meade will be as satisfactory a committee as can be chosen," Dick smiled. Some of the girls frowned their disappointment at being left out, but others clapped their hands. Laura and Belle stepped on the scow's platform. "I wouldn't try to go, if I were you, Dan," urged.
By sitting very quietly, she hoped to keep his attention upon his plate, and after he had eaten he would go to bed. She was aroused from this thought by the feeble whimper of her child in the tiny room of the scow's bow. Although the woman heard, she made no move to answer the weak summons. She rose languidly as the child began to cry more loudly; but a command from Lem stopped her.
Lon stopped speaking, and neither listener moved. For a moment he lowered his head to the small boat window and gazed out into the vapors hanging low over the opposite bank. Turning again, he backed up to the scow's side and proceeded in a lower voice: "When they telled me she were dead, they had to set me in the jacket, buckled so tight ye could hear my bones crack.
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