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RIGGING A SAIL. 85 OHAPTER, IV. THE CHASE NOT YET GIVEN UP. Soon afterwards, Grace, who had scarcely closed her eyes for two nights, dropped into a deep slumber, much to the satisfaction of Loring, who had prepared for her a snug rest- ing-place near the stern-sheets. Seated upon a couple of chair- cushions in the bottom of the boat, with her head reposing on soft pillows spread over a thwart, she slept as soundly und as peacefully as a child in its cradle. The light of the boat’s lantern, which was now placed in a position that would pre- vent the crew of the schooner from seeing it, fell upon her in- nocent face, as though it- loved to repose there.’ It shed a golden tint upon the threads of her rich brown hair; softly defined the marble whiteness of her forehead and the feathery shadows of her long, drooping eyelashes. “Gently, lads, gently, with them oars,” whispered Capstan to his crew. ‘“ Be careful of your strokes now ;, our little girl sleeps. | An order hardly necessary, for these rough men, at the moment the young girl closed her eyes, had stopped convers- ing, and had placed bits of cloth in their rowlocks, so as not to disturb her slumber. Owing to these precautions she did not wake until the shadows were beginning to fade from sea and sky. By this time the breeze had freshened, and the crew of each boat having rigged a sail, were, with the excep- tion of the officers, stretched across their thwarts, enjoying a brief season of repose. The sails being expansive, sent the boats gliding through the water at the rate of five or six knots. Both were steering upon a southwest. course, which, at their present rate of sailing, would carry them—according to the skipper’s calculations—within sight of land before noon. “YT hope you slept well, Miss Greenville,” said the second mate, “ though it must be owned that your accommodations were none of. the best.” “TY don’t think I should have slept better,” she answered, connicloooks.com