Commodore Junk — page 104: what you’re looking at

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THE PURSUIT. 97 a man who likes a little salt outside as well asin. It kapes off the ugly fayvers of the place. Do you want me to catch a cowld?” ‘‘ Silence, there!” said Mary, gruffly, from her place in the prow ; and for quite an hour she toiled on through the intense darkness, guiding the boat from the tangle of weedy growth and cane into winding canal-like portions of the lagoon, where every now and then they disturbed some great reptile, which plunged into deeper water with a loud splash, or wallowed farther among the half-liquid mud. The sounds ashore grew distant, the firing had ceased ; and, feeling safer, the little party began to converse in a low tone, all save Dinny, whose deep, regular breathing told that he had fallen fast asleep in happy carelessness of any risk that he might run. ‘“* How came you out here?” said Bart from his seat, after another vain effort to take Mary’s place. ‘¢ Ship,” she said laconically, and with a hoarse laugh. ‘‘ But who gave you a passage ?” said Abel. “Gave! No one,” she said, speaking in quite a rough tone of voice. ‘‘ How could I find friends who would give! I worked my way out.” “Oh,” said Bart ; and he sat back, thinking and listening as the pole kept falling in the water with a rhythmic splash, and the brother and sister carried on a conversation in a low tone. “TI suppose we are safe now,” said Mary. “They never saw the boat, and they would think you are hiding somewhere in the woods.” “Yes ; and because they don’t find us, they'll think the alli gators have pulled us down,” replied Abel. ‘‘ Where are we going ?” “To get right down to the mouth of this creek, and round @ Gomicbooks