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116 Paddling Under Palmettos. They slipped on their oilskins in haste. By this time the squall had struck a skipjack a mile astern, and it was immediately blotted out as if by night. Archie did not like the looks of things. “l’m going nearer shore and anchor until we see what’s what,” he called out. His mind was full of the night of confusion at the mouth of the St. Sebastian, when they went drag- ging anchors before the terrible norther. Dick called to him to come on, and reduced sail himself, but the wind was already howling and Archie did not catch his words. He ran in near the shore where the ‘coons had been shot on the second day before, and anchored. By this time the storm had arrived, and rain fell in torrents, so that Archie afterward had to bail the Sea Waif out. | What should he do? To go on was impossible, as he could not see thirty feet away in such a rain- fall. To go back to the cove was his only recourse should the squall keep on. He sat down to wait. For ten minutes the rain continued to pour down; then it ceased as suddenly as it had begun. (E@NMIELOOOL KS (€(@)