Paddling under Palmettos — page 96: what you’re looking at

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Paddling Under Palmettos. 89 And southeast it was. In ten minutes a fine breeze was on and the boats began to show their merits. Ned had to hold the Sachem in like a restive steed. He drew near the others. “What shall I do, Dick? This is Thursday, you know, and we agreed to meet the old captain at Eden on Sunday. He won’t wait, and if this breeze holds out three days, as it gives indications of doing, you can’t get there on time.” “Would you go on alone?” “Tf Archie and yourself don’t mind. Half our sport would be lost should we miss the jolly old cap- tain.” “Bon voyage, old fellows!” called out Archie. “Dick and I’ll stick closer than brothers. We'll pull into Eden some time if we have to wade there.” Ned was off, the beautiful little Sachem riding the water like a duck and making fine headway. Dick and Archie breasted the seas on long and short legs until one o’clock. By this time they had grown tired of tacking, and it proved wet work, too. Ned had passed out of sight around a head point, and was bound to reach St. Lucie by night, if not do Gomicbooks (E(0)