Paddling under Palmettos — page 197: what you’re looking at

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190 Paddling Under Palmettos. There was no time to see more, for the Sea Waif had reached the spot where the surf began. All around him Archie saw the water bubbling and boiling and frothing. He set his teeth hard and went at it. By this time he had found out how to manipulate the boat in order to keep upon the crest of the wave. The tendency was to fall behind, and had this been done he would have been swamped by that monster following so closely in his rear. A roaring filled his ears. He paddled as though in a race, every muscle being exerted, his eyes on the watch to observe everything. The speed with which he was hurried through this whirlpool of waters was really astonishing, and yet though the time that passed could be counted by seconds, to him it was ages, and he remembered every little incident as plainly as though it had been indelibly stamped upon his mind. Dipping his paddle in deep, he urged the gallant little bark on. Thus far all had been well. Now came the really dangerous part of the trip, for around him were foamy waters. A confused roaring was in his ears Gomicbooks: Go