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And if I have any influence with mother at all, both you and he will pack your dunnage and leave in the morning." He fell silent again until I had dropped the sail and picked up our float. When the Wavecrest was fast he asked more meekly: "Aren't you going to take this cord off my wrist?" "No. You're going up to the house in just that fix." "I won't do it!" he cried with a sudden burst of rage.
But he said it in a friendly way. Dr. Eldridge knew well enough that I never intended to cause mother a moment's anxiety. And I believed that I could take him into my confidence to an extent, at least. I did not tell him how Paul had tried to knife me in the Wavecrest; but I repeated what had really caused my mother's becoming so suddenly ill.
It was from Ham Mayberry's letter I got the facts regarding my cousin and his father. Lampton, the man at the boathouse, and Ham himself had had their suspicions of what had become of me, and how the Wavecrest had been swept away in the storm, before my letters from the Scarboro were received. They had found the cut mooring cable.
I am not sure that it is natural perseverance in my case, but fear that I am more often ashamed to be considered fickle. So I sculled on to the Wavecrest and prepared to go aboard. But just here I bethought me that if my cousin should attempt to board the sloop he would be warned that I was aboard by the presence of the tender.
It's hardly they'd come in the house to throw the wet boots off thim! Thim'd gallop the woods all night like the deer!" At half-past twelve, all, as I have said, being in train, I went to the window to observe the weather, and saw a covered car with a black horse plodding along the road that separated Wavecrest Cottage from the seashore.
These sails filled and the Wavecrest showed her mettle, sodden as she was with the enormous amount of water that had come inboard. There was a deal of water awash in the cockpit; therefore the shallow hold must have been full. And I knew there was plenty slopping about in the cabin, ruining everything. I rigged the little pump amidships and the pipe threw a full stream of bilge across the deck.
He was a lubberly fellow at best and the sloop, with the tiller swinging as it listed, was kicking and jumping like a restive pony. I squared off at him in proper form, and when he came within reach I landed a second blow which likewise sent him to the deck. I glanced hurriedly about. The Wavecrest was some distance from any of the other craft beating into the harbor.
My sloop, under her bare, writhing pole, was scudding across this deserted ocean with no haven in sight and I was without hope of rescue. With the coming of daylight I would have tried to get some canvas on the Wavecrest if only a rag of jib had the gale not been so terrific. I doubted if, under a pocket-handkerchief of sail, I could have got her head around without swamping her.
Indeed, we got a stiff blow before sighting Point Piedras; but it favored us after all, and the Wavecrest ran before it at a spanking pace. We had sighted plenty of other craft now both sail and steam.
More than a year had passed since that September evening when my cousin, Paul Downes, and I had had our fateful quarrel on my bonnie sloop, the Wavecrest, as she beat slowly into the inlet at Bolderhead. I had roved far afield since that time, had seen strange lands, and strange peoples, and had endured hardship and hard work which after all was said and done hadn't belonged to me.
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