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"And where then, Mr Harry?"

"Peterson, the high seas have no bridges, and if they had, I should

not cross them yet Perhaps if I did, I then should burn the woman, Mr Harry, a mortal fine one I'll

be sworn he makes a hard run for her But so can we--eh, Mr Harry?

He'll like enough pocket us in here, though"

I made no answer to this The old man left me to take the wheel, and

I noted his head wag from side to side