Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 9: what you’re looking at

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“Look out, Jim! let go that rope! cut it! We're too late after all. Oh, heavens! the vessel's going down and we, too, shall be caught in the swirl of the waters. Off! off! Jim, with all your might—port pe helin, lad!” he concluded, gesticulating wildly to erey, Shriek after shriek of agony went up from the pas- sengers of the ill-fated steamer as they realized that their moment of. doom had come, Frantic cries and prayers to be saved nearly drove the occupants of that small boat wild, for they knew how utterly pow- erless they were to.do anything in the face of the op- yong elements and this unforeseen calamity that ad come so suddenly, The rope was out, and Jim was about to resume his oar and put off in obedience to his master’s command, when, from the end of the ship nearest them, there rany out a stern, authoritative voice: “Here, man—just one moment—in God's name, hold out yourarms! Quick! quick!” Sandy Morton turned. A man stood leaning far over the bulwarks, hold- ing what looked to be a bundle of shawls and cloth- ing, The keeper had just time to stretch out his arms in obedience to the man’s prayer, when the bundle came flying through space, Seeeekos by the strength of despair, and dropped into them, Then the man with a white, agonized face, sank weak and helpless re a the deck, and Perey never forgot the sight to his dying day. Sandy Morton dropped his burden in the bottom of the boat—he knew he had no time to lose—caught up his oar and bidding his man pull for dear life, they managed to sweep out of the way of the doomed vessel, while a friendly wave just then bore them farther from the terrible danger that menaced them. There was arepetition of that terrible sound that Sandy had heard before, like the suction of a great whirlpool, the great ship shook and trembled from stein to stern and then, recling on one end, went down in that fearful vortex made by the swirling waters, It was all over in less time than it takes to tell it, und only that frail boat with its awe-stricken occu- »anta was visible upon that wild waste of waters as t was prope by both waves and oars back toward the friendly shore. comicbooks.com