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"You better let her drift; we'll get there 'bout as quick; the tide'll take her right out from under these old buildin's; there's plenty wind outside." "Your bo't ain't trimmed proper, Mis' Todd!" exclaimed a voice from shore. "You're lo'ded so the bo't'll drag; you can't git her before the wind, ma'am.

'Come here, you fool, and take me aboard. "'Oh, I don't know, says I. 'You're safe there, and, even if the yacht folks don't come hunting for you by and by which I cal'late they will the tide'll be low enough in five hours or so, so's you can walk ashore. "'What what do you mean? he says. 'Ain't you goin' to take me off? "'I was, says I, 'but I've changed my plans. And, Mr.

They've been all on the fidget to go for the last half-hour." "And no wonder; but they might have waited a bit longer, to launch her." "She arn't ready to launch yet, my lad, and she'll be all the better for waiting till that pitch is well cooled. Besides, in less than an hour the tide'll be up all round her, and we can shove her off oursens."

"Lucky for us that the tide is running our way," said Dick. "Not much luck about it. Mr. Streeter knew about the tide. That's why he hurried us off 'fore dinner. Tide'll be other way this evenin'," replied Johnny. "Isn't Mr. Streeter a brick?" "He's all that. Lots o' people 'd have hard times 'f he moved away. He helps th' Injuns, too, when they're in hard luck."

"Well, naturally you'll work it in short tacks and hug the English side pretty close." "Short tacks? Not a bit of it; tide'll be running up strong by time we're out in deep water. Put her right across for France, keep her pretty full she won't bear pinching and let her rip." "Risky." "How's that?"

"I'll awa' to my bed, if it's your will, Baron," said he with the customary salute. "I was thinkin' it might be needful for me to bide up a while later in case ony o' the Coont's freends cam' the way; but the tide'll keep them aff till mornin' anyway, and I'm sure we'll meet them a' the baulder then if we hae a guid sleep."

"Here he is, waterman," exclaimed the benevolent carpenter. "I see him! row for your life!" "That's the way to miss him, master," replied Ben coolly. "We must keep still. The tide'll bring him to us fast enough." Ben judged correctly. Borne along by the current, Darrell was instantly at the boat's side. "Seize this oar," vociferated the waterman.

"Can't we go straight to Ile Haute?" "Scacely. The tide'll be agin us, an the wind too, till nigh eleven." Bart gave a deep sigh. "But don't be alarmed. We'll go thar next, an as soon as we can. You see we've got to go on into Minas Basin. Now we want to leave here so as to drop down with the tide, an then drop up with the flood tide into Minas Bay.

Put all the fishing tackle in the boat, and don't forget the bait. We must never lose sight of the fact, Jimmy, that the main object of our lives is to catch fish." "That's right, sir," was the hearty assent. "We'll be off at seven o'clock sharp, then," Sir Henry decided. "The tide'll be on the flow by that time," Jimmy observed, "and we'll get off from the staith breakwater.

"Sure, ye'll excuse me, Misther Gray-ham," he said presently, after another word or two on irrelevant matters; "but I must stop yarnin' now, as I expexes the foorst mate aboord ivery minnit, an' he'll be groomblin' like a badger wid a sore tail if those lazy lubbers ain't hove all the cargy in. We've got to warp out o' dock this arternoon, an' the tide'll make about `six bells'!" "When is that?"