Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 33 of 96
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THE RESCUR. , 87 had thought constantly of him. She had watched and waited until weary with disappointment. Ais the night and ‘the dark- ness grew, she wept, with only the ~~ mate throbbing through the heat to see her tears, She had ‘better have been iMinding nerwer, for © small schooner, sailing down the coast on a fishing excursion, did not notice the tiny skiff in the twilight, but kepton and on, directly down upon it, ‘sailing so noiselessly ‘with its sleepy crew, that Tangee, hearing only the throbbing of her own pulse in her throat, was unwarned of coming peril. “ Port your helm?” suddenly cried a ringing voice, and some one on the deck of the little vessel sprung to the steer8man’s side; “we ave running down a small boat” But the order came too late! Down upon the meipless skiff bore the schooner, and swept it under. © id “ Jt was only a"boat broke loose from its moorings ; there was nobody aboard,” said the tiller-man. Prorat i ate | ed, sir,” pe ny erage argon Riisige eee. ome? Loti ay “Tm a aeonal that, I thought I aah a cry.” vii A dark object came-to: the ‘surface a rod or two ising. Instantly the speaker threw off his jacket, and sprang over- board. Swimming rapidly towards the figare, which os now’ disappeared, ‘ho-delzed as it again rose. — “A woman,” he muttered, as he grasped the hooting, ress ‘burden safely aboard. — ship's lantern, ewhes haseanate she was injured. She opened her agent ta fay at the s0u08 his voice. wu “Something struck me on the temple ain, Ola,” she said, and then fainted away. One of es waters had etalle in thio Apoeidek: They gave her some spitits, and ‘bathed the wound in her temple, “T know her well,” said the sailor-fisherman ; “she's Hardy Joe’s darter. The purtiest gal on the coast, and allers on the water. She lives on it. I wouldn’t no more like to be the death o’ her, than to shoot.a,mermaid or an albatross.” “T know her, too,said ‘his young gentleman passenger, who had rescued her from: the water. © ‘Soaieek cans of me, 131 2 comliclbooks.com