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Percival Coolidge explained to me how it worked once. But but I don't believe just the two of us could ever launch it over the rail." "We will, because we must it is our only hope. I'll take the other belt; now come. We haven't an instant to waste the water is even now almost level with the deck; any second we may be awash, and go down like a stone. Hold on tight to me."

Many lives of brave men were sacrificed in the attempt to get a line ashore; the captain, exhausted by his exertions, was swept from deck by a sea; and the rail being soon awash, the survivors took refuge in the tops. Out of thirteen that had lain there the day before, there were now but two ships afloat in Apia harbour, and one of these was doomed to be the bane of the other.

To her it was like the powers of Good battling with influences of Evil. It was as though each year, when the sun rose higher and higher in the sky, these powers of Good were seeking vainly to overthrow an evil which threatened the tiny human seed planted in the world for the furthering of an All-wise Creator's great hidden purpose. The landing was almost awash with the swollen waters.

The very day on which the photographs were taken which have been used to illustrate this chapter, we were shoving off the steep northern face of the Goodwin Sands, when we saw, not ten yards from the precipitous edge of the dull red sands, in about twenty-five feet of water, and just awash or level with the surface, the bristling spars and masts of a three-masted schooner, the Crocodile, which had been lost there January 6, 1891, in a fearful snowstorm, from the north-east, of that long winter.

The scuppers were awash now and she gasped as the sea licked her bare feet. "Cold, isn't it?" he remarked. "But there's no time to dress, and it's just as well, perhaps, for heavy clothes would only hamper you." She strove to avoid the icy waters and finally paused, moaning: "I can't! I can't go on!" Slipping his arm about her, he bore her to the door of the main cabin and entered.

Lying between the sturdy little twins, that night where by right of caste I lay, for it was the warmest place in the bed I abandoned, once and for all, my old hope of sailing a schooner, with the decks awash. "Timmie!" I whispered. He was sound asleep. I gave him an impatient nudge in the ribs. "Ay, Davy?" he asked. "You may have my hundred-tonner," said I. "What hundred-tonner?"

Without a word the cowboy reached for a bar of soap that lay awash in the filthy water of a basin upon a bench beside the door, and jammed it down the man's throat. The sounds changed to a sputtering, choking gurgle. "Maybe that'll learn you not to talk vile when there's ladies around." "Water!" the man managed to gasp. "Will you quit your damn swearin'?"

Through the trees, filtered by the branches, she saw a light. But when she came to the edge of the clearing she made out that the illumination came from a fire, not a lantern. The interior of the cabin was awash with shadows, and across the open doorway of the hut the monstrous and obscure outline of a standing man wavered to and fro. There was no clamor of many voices.

Bill Blunt rumbled in grinning admiration. The decks were almost awash, and the holds and cabins were full of muddy water, but aboard the Barang there was gratification mixed with the mate's anger, for without a doubt the schooner was shut in as completely as if she were in dry-dock with the gates closed at low tide.

He could see now that there was another road close under the precipitous cliffs and that the one which divided this lowland from the river was almost awash. Through the mist and drizzle along this higher road came a man. He left the road and started to pick his way across the flat, hailing as he came. The three boys awaited him in the cockpit.