Beautiful but Poor — page 181: what you’re looking at

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172 _ BEAUTIFUL BUT POOR. a bare accent, not a brogue, to tell that he was a son of Hrin’s Isle. ‘““Have you had the pump well sounded?”’ “Ves, sir, | have given orders to sound them every fifteen minutes, and to report instantly if there is any gain in the water below.”’ ‘“‘Good! You are the right man in the right slate, Mr. Glynn. Tell Bishop, the engineer, to keep a full head of steam on; we need every pound we can carry to make head against this gale. The train at Fall River will have to wait for our passengers or leave without them, if this no’-easter holds stiff till | daylight.”’ “T only hope we’ll live it through,’’ was what Hat- tie Butler heard the mate say to himself, as he crept away toward the ladder to leeward, by which he © descended toward the engine-room. And then she saw the captain go and look at the compass, and say to the pilots: “Keep her up two points more to windward. We ought to be near enough to Gardener’s Island to see the hight.’’ ‘‘In this sleet, with the spray dashing as high as the smoke-stacks, we’ll never see anything till we are right on the top of it!’’ growled out one of the pilots. Was it not a Providence that made Hattie Butler peer out at that moment from the shelter which the pilot-house afforded her from the wind and rain— peer out into the gloom and darkness ahead? It must have been. Fer close, very close, she saw what she knew must - be an artificial light, for through the inky clouds no star or moon could have been seen, -Eomicbooks €o mm :