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the great Gulf's pulse, and sniffed the salt of the open sea

I had not slept, nor had Peterson, nor had Williaineer My

men never demurred when hard duty was asked of them, but put manly

pride above union hours, I fancy, resolved to showas I And I asked none to endure more Moreover, even

my pirate creas seized of some new zest I question whether either

Jean Lafitte or Henri L'Olonnois slept, save in his day clothing, that

night of our run from New Orleans; for now, just as ept free of

the last point, so that we ulf which but now had been

river, I heard a sound at my elbow as I bent over a chart, and turned

to see both ainst the da

"Where are , Black Bart?" asked Jean Lafitte I could see on

his face the lorified in

the uplifting thrill of this mystery of the sea and the dawn and the

unknohich now enveloped us "Where are ?" he asked; but it

was as though he feared he slept and dreaht rudely be broken by so him

back to life's routine