A Queer Race: The Story of a Strange People — page 124: what you’re looking at

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A QUEER RAOEF. 121 To this question there could, of course, be but one an- swer; and I was about to give orders accordingly, when somebody shouted from the top of the companion that aetere who was still at the wheel, wanted me on eck. The ship was still under way, for at Mab’s request we had steamed slowly round the bay, and were now within a couple of miles from the place we had selected for an anchorage. : ‘t'om was talking to Amyas Fane, with whom he seemed to have struck up a friendship, and who, knowing the coast thoroughly, was acting as pilot. ‘“Mr. Fane thinks as we had better run a bit further on than the place you thought of,” said the boatswain. ‘‘ He knows of a little inlet where we can moor her, stem and stern, and where she’ll be almost as safe as if she was in dock. ‘That’ll be better than anchoring.” ‘‘ But is there water enough?” ‘“Hnough and to spare. Fourteen feet at low tide alongside the rocks.” «All right! Nothing could be better; and it will be so much handier for landing the cargo. If you and Mr. Fane will remain at the-wheel and do what is necessary, I’ll stand by the engine.” «Ay, ay, sir! Vl pass the word when you are to stop. 1 think you had better slow her a bit now. We shall have to send one of them bvats ashore with a rope.” Half an hour later the ship was safely berthed, and moored stem and stern in such a way that she could rise and fall with the tide without touching the rocks, which rose sheer out of the water on either side of her. This done, the cases selected by the queen, and the books, were lowered into the largest boat, and we all re- turned to Fairhaven. I[.was in the same boat with Mab and Field; old Tom went with Amyas Fane, and as we walked up from the jetty he informed me, rather curtly, that he should not go with me to Mr. Field’s, but that he was going to stay with Mr. Fane. | «¢As you like, Bolsover,” I replied, coldly, for his man- ner was not only unfriendly, but almost discourteous. (E(0) mm C eyo) KS (EO)