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mequiteenoughtroublealready,andifIlose
mytemper–”WhatthethreatwasJimdidnothear,for
intheverymiddleofthesentencethebowofthe
launchsuddenlyshotupward,jerkingGadsdenback
againstthesternwithaforcethatmusthaveknocked
thebreathoutofhim.AsforHarth,hedidasort
ofbacksomersaultintothebottomoftheboat,andlay
withhislegsintheair.
“She’saground,”shoutedJim,“hardaground.”
“Abouttimetoo,”gruntedSam,“andwiththetide
runningdownit’llbeprettynearfivethisevening
beforeshegetsoffagain.”
Thebreezeremainedfair,andtherewasplentyofit,
sotherestofthejourneywasmadeatagoodpaceand
withoutanytrouble.Thesunwasstillhighinthesky
whenSampointedtoagreatwallofstoneswhichthe
seahaspiledupallacrossthefrontofwhatwasonce
abigbay,butisnowtheWestwardHo!GolfLinks.
“There’sthePebbleRidge,”hesaid.“Appledore’sjust
beyond.”
“Ajollygoodtrip,Sam,”declaredJim.“It’snotfive
o’clockyet.”
Samchuckled.“Gadsden’slaunchisjustbeginning
tofloat,”hesaid.
“Butwhataboutthatcarofhis?”askedJimuneasily.
“Itmusthavegotherebythistime.”
“Yes,that’slikelyatThorold’s,butwhoeverthechap
isthatGadsdensentIreckonwecanputaspokeinhis
wheel.”
Thebreezewasblowingfresh,andtheboatlayover
andspunalongataroundpace.Jimwaswatchingthe
shorewhenhenoticedtwoboysrunningalongthe
beach,wavingtheirarmsandshouting.“What’s
upwiththosechaps,Sam?”hesaid.“Ican’thearwhat
theysay,butitlookstomeasiftheyweresignalling
tous.”
“Likelyit’ssometrickofGadsden’sman,”growled
Sam,holdingtohiscourse.ButJimjumpedup,and,
steppingforwardintothebow,stoodholdingontothe
