Commodore Junk — page 176: what you’re looking at

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A HORRIBLE TASK. 169 The precaution was needless, for nothing was within sight ; and they landed and drew up the boat upon the sand, where the phosphorescent water rippled softly, and then the long chest was lifted out, and Bart bore it toward the cocoa-nut grove. “Well,” said Dinny, following close behind, “I did say that I wouldn’t do such work as this; but it’s for the captain, and maybe some day I shall be wanting such a job done for me.” | Bart set down the case and Dinny the lantern beneath the cocoa-nut trees close by the levelled patch of shore; and then, with the dull light shining through the horn panes upon the sand, the two men stood in the midst of the faint halo listen- ing to the soft whispering of the tide among the shingle, and the more distant boom of the surf. ‘It’s an unked job,” said Bart at last. ‘ But, poor lad, it’s the skipper’s wish. <A lovely spot for a man to be put to rest.” Dinny did not speak fora few moments. Then with an effort— “ Let’s get it done, me lad. I niver belaved in annything worse than the good people, and the phooka, and the banshee, of coorse ; but it makes a man’s flesh seem to crape over his bones to come body-snatching, as ye may call it, on a dark night like this.” They both stood hesitating and shrinking from their task for a few minutes longer, and then Bart stooped down and began to sweep back the sand. * It’s laid light over him, Dinny, my lad,” he said. “Just sweep it away, and we can lift him into his coffin.” “ But——” “ He’s wrapped in a canvas for his winding-sheet, lad, Sweep away the sand there from his feet,” Gomicbooks