Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 6: what you’re looking at

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ROSA EES Veet OM &.OUGs We must oy it, at least, We've no right to turn our backs upon those perishing souls,” the captain re- turned, resolutely, as he drew on a rough, heavy coat and pulled a fur cap down over his ears, then fol- lowed hias man,who was already half way to the boat-house. “Let me go with you, grandfather!” Perey cried, i ba Ba toward him, his eayer young voice rising above the roar of the wind and the waves, “No, n0, lad; I couldn't risk yow on such a wild night. Ift’twas daylight Id think about it, for maybe you could steer. forus. Go in and stav with Mrs. Butler; keep the house warin and lave plenty of hot water and blankets handy.” Percy knew that he must obey, but he looked wist- fully after the old gentlemun’s receding torm and his heurt bounded iuto lis throat, as, just then, he saw wnother rocket shoot upward, and he realized that perhaps scores of human belnys might be on the yorge of a@ Watery graye. It was with a yrave, aaddened face that he turned bavk into the house to deliver his grandfather's mes- sage about the blankets and hot water to the house- keeper. But when Sandy Morton reached the boat-landing he’ saw that it Waa simply impossible to launch his boat, The waves ran so high that it waa thrown roughly buck upon the beach in spite of their most strenuous efforts, while the darkness was 80 intense that they could notsee a hand’s breadth before them, The wind howled and shrieked; the sea roared, as if in derision, at their helplessness, while every now and then, far ontover the surging billows, that line of flame would shoot upward telling of wreck, and roin,and death, __ eae : eo. “We can't do it, Jim,” Sandy Morton shouted in his mau's ear; “she wouldn't live a minute in this sea; we'd be swamped in no time; and even if we weren't, we never could reach the shipin this pitechy dark- neas. We'll have to bide till morning, though my heart inisgives me that those poorsouls out yonder’ Il all go to the bottom afore daylight.” “Ay, ay, sir,” shouted Jini, in resporsajiched oun