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He did not find Marston a conate was pacing the port alley with a stride that was

plainly iway stood Alma Marston, spotless

in white duck Each time her father turned his back on her she put out

her clasped hands toward her lover with a furtive gesture

Polly Candage watched this demonstration with frank interest, and

occasionally stole side-glances at the face of the man who stood beside

her on the schooner's bottom; he holly absorbed in his scrutiny of

the other girl

Mate McGaw himself was at the tiller of the tender His honest face was

working with ean to talk before the oarsainst the overturned hulk

"I haven't closed ure it out Alave up all notion that you were aboard the

schooner You didn't hail the boat we sent out"

"I tried to do it; perhaps you couldn't hear ratitude and relief

"ThisI tried Lu the trail of the blow"

Mayo trod carefully down the bilge and clasped thefor you, Mr McGaw I knohat kind of a chap you are"

McGaw, still holding to the captain's hand, spoke in lower tones "Had