Paddling under Palmettos — page 44: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. | 39 rated, though managing to keep within hail of each other by means of their skippers’ fog horns. Archie was so pleased to see his craft do so well that he hardly noticed how rapidly he had drawn ahead of the others until, when opposite Port Orange and trending in toward the peninsula shore a mile away, he was aroused from his reverie by hearing a tremendous blast from Ned’s fog horn— he knew it was Ned’s from a peculiar inflection at the end of the sound. Looking around, he saw that Ned was away over toward the Port Orange shore, standing up and wav- ing his arms. What did he mean? Dick was about half-way between, but had now shifted his course, jibing and running across the wind in the direction of the main shore. RUAN Archie’s curiosity was aroused, but he could not make out what it all meant. He, too, altered his course. An island hid his companions from view, and he aimed to strike below this, so as to intercept them. These were good intentions, but they came too late. There was a sudden grating, grinding noise, Eomichbooks (E(@)