Paddling under Palmettos — page 196: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 189 He was wet through with the spray, but had not dared to don his oilskins, for fear of finding them heavy in case of being thrown out of his boat. The sail was finally secured, although he had two nasty seas strike him that came very near causing a capsize. His double paddle was handy, and he picked it up. To turn the Sea Waif shoreward was easily accomplished, and then he began to use the paddle vigorously. No longer was he rolling in the trough of the sea, but after dipping and rising upon a huge billow, he started in. | Talk about your toboggan-ride—its excitement could never equal that of riding a giant roller in a frail cedar canoe. With incredible swiftness Archie shot toward the beach. He could see everything now—the beach, the surf, and his intended course. Would he pass along it in safety? That could only be told by ex- perience. Even at such a time Archie had found a chance to cast a swift glance around him, and he smiled to see the whole three of his companions riding a white-maned horse in the race for the beach. cS) (E(0) Gomicboo