Paddling under Palmettos — page 194: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 187 They had arranged beforehand a code of signals. Dick was to give them, or Ned if he chanced to be in advance. | Archie was comparatively alone, for he had only seen his companions once in the last five minutes, when he chanced to be on the top of a billow at the same time as they were. Was it of any use for him to keep on? He could not know when they were opposite Huills- boro River Inlet, and hence he might even pass it. Besides, the wind was constantly rising, and the sea becoming more boisterous with each passing minute. Ere long it would be fully as dangerous to attempt to beach the canoe as to stay out where he now was and outlast the storm. What then? Evidently the Sea Waif must go ashore. No more time must be lost in following a hope- less game, but he must beach the canoe while there still remained a chance of doing so with some show of success. He had hardly made up his mind to this and was recalling all the directions that had been given him for use at such a trying time—for Archie had never Gomichboo => cS (E(@)