Paddling under Palmettos — page 107: what you’re looking at

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100 Paddling Under Palmettos. have made it in time, and once beyond the bayou the shore line would have protected them as before. Archie’s full attention was directed to managing his canoe, and when he heard a shout he looked up, surprised to see the Bet jibe and turn on the back track further out. He tried to come about, but it was impossible in such a heavy sea, and he then understood why his companion had jibed. This easy but dangerous manoeuvre was accom- plished without spilling more than a bucketful of water into the bowels of the Sea Waif, and shortly after they were in comparatively quiet water. Dick pulled up and anchored half-way to the cove. “No use, Archie. The Betis in a dangerous con- dition with the loss of her centerboard. She rolls like a log on the waves. We must lay to and wait,”’ he said, with resignation. Dick was nothing if not philosophical. The sun was warm, and soon the cruisers lay back engaged in reading light literature brought for the purpose—Marryat’s works. When noon came they had lunch, being able to use their flamme force-lamp stoves to advantage. (E@NMIELONOOL KS (€()