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"Four of you hustle aloft and stand ready to make fast those stays!"

commanded the first mate

"Rest of you

close on Mayo's heels

The negroes did not stir Theythemselves

"Step lively!" insisted the oin' to tumble down," ventured a man

"Aloft with you, I say!"

Just then the schooner slatted herself on a great roller, and

the starboard stays snapped, one after the other, like s The mast reeled and there was an ominous sound below the

deck

"She done put a hole into herself!" squealed a sailor

In the gloo with the fires one beholds in the

eyes of frightened cats

"Dere she coer

Over the coa like ani over

Mayo and the mates in their rush

"Stop 'e their intent

He rose and ran after thes for their