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The schooner came round with a sort of scared hurry when the master

threw the wheel hard over and trod on the spokes with all his weight As

soon as the bellying o on

the run They kept up the jumbo sail, as the main jib is called; they

reefed the foresail down to its sly knotted ether, and his crisp coly

"He sartinly is chain lightning in pants," confided Dolph to Otie

"He knows his card," said Otie to Dolph

Captain Mayo led the way aft, crawling over the shingles and laths

"I hope it's your judgment, sir, that we'd better keep her into the wind

as she is and try to ride this thing out," he suggested to the e, with official

gravity

Hove to, the old Polly rode in fairly comfortable style She was deep

with her load of lumber, but the lumber made her buoyant and she

lifted easily Her breadth of bea

seas--but Captain Mayo clung to arain and knew that the open Atlantic was no place for the

Polly on a night like that