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"
Stop
!
Ralph
,
stop
!
There
,
now
,
push
off
!
"
he
cried
,
and
bounded
into
the
boat
so
violently
as
nearly
to
upset
her
.
It
was
Bill
's
voice
!
In
another
moment
we
were
on
board
--
the
boat
made
fast
,
the
line
of
the
anchor
cut
,
and
the
sweeps
run
out
.
At
the
first
stroke
of
Bill
's
giant
arm
the
schooner
was
nearly
pulled
ashore
,
for
in
his
haste
he
forgot
that
I
could
scarcely
move
the
unwieldy
oar
.
Springing
to
the
stern
,
he
lashed
the
rudder
in
such
a
position
as
that
,
while
it
aided
me
,
it
acted
against
him
,
and
so
rendered
the
force
of
our
strokes
nearly
equal
.
The
schooner
now
began
to
glide
quickly
down
the
creek
;
but
before
we
reached
its
mouth
,
a
yell
from
a
thousand
voices
on
the
bank
told
that
we
were
discovered
.
Instantly
a
number
of
the
savages
plunged
into
the
water
and
swam
towards
us
;
but
we
were
making
so
much
way
that
they
could
not
overtake
us
.
One
,
however
,
an
immensely
powerful
man
,
succeeded
in
laying
hold
of
the
cut
rope
that
hung
from
the
stern
,
and
clambered
quickly
upon
deck
.
Bill
caught
sight
of
him
the
instant
his
head
appeared
above
the
taffrail
.
But
he
did
not
cease
to
row
,
and
did
not
appear
even
to
notice
the
savage
until
he
was
within
a
yard
of
him
;
then
dropping
the
sweep
,
he
struck
him
a
blow
on
the
forehead
with
his
clenched
fist
that
felled
him
to
the
deck
.
Lifting
him
up
,
he
hurled
him
overboard
,
and
resumed
the
oar
.
But
now
a
greater
danger
awaited
us
;
for
the
savages
had
outrun
us
on
the
bank
,
and
were
about
to
plunge
into
the
water
ahead
of
the
schooner
.
If
they
succeeded
in
doing
so
,
our
fate
was
sealed
.
For
one
moment
Bill
stood
irresolute
.
Then
drawing
a
pistol
from
his
belt
,
he
sprang
to
the
brass
gun
,
held
the
pan
of
his
pistol
over
the
touch-hole
,
and
fired
.
The
shot
was
succeeded
by
the
hiss
of
the
cannon
's
priming
;
then
the
blaze
and
the
crashing
thunder
of
the
monstrous
gun
burst
upon
the
savages
with
such
deafening
roar
that
it
seemed
as
if
their
very
mountains
had
been
rent
asunder
.
This
was
enough
The
moment
of
surprise
and
hesitation
caused
by
the
unwonted
sound
gave
us
time
to
pass
the
point
;
a
gentle
breeze
,
which
the
dense
foliage
had
hitherto
prevented
us
from
feeling
,
bulged
out
our
sails
;
the
schooner
bent
before
it
,
and
the
shouts
of
the
disappointed
savages
grew
fainter
and
fainter
in
the
distance
as
we
were
slowly
wafted
out
to
sea
.
There
is
a
power
of
endurance
in
human
beings
,
both
in
their
bodies
and
in
their
minds
,
which
,
I
have
often
thought
,
seems
to
be
wonderfully
adapted
and
exactly
proportioned
to
the
circumstances
in
which
individuals
may
happen
to
be
placed
--
a
power
which
,
in
most
cases
,
is
sufficient
to
carry
a
man
through
and
over
every
obstacle
that
may
happen
to
be
thrown
in
his
path
through
life
,
no
matter
how
high
or
how
steep
the
mountain
may
be
,
but
which
often
forsakes
him
the
moment
the
summit
is
gained
,
the
point
of
difficulty
passed
,
and
leaves
him
prostrated
,
with
energies
gone
,
nerves
unstrung
,
and
a
feeling
of
incapacity
pervading
the
entire
frame
that
renders
the
most
trifling
effort
almost
impossible
.
During
the
greater
part
of
that
day
I
had
been
subjected
to
severe
mental
and
much
physical
excitement
,
which
had
almost
crushed
me
down
by
the
time
I
was
relieved
from
duty
in
the
course
of
the
evening
.
But
when
the
expedition
whose
failure
has
just
been
narrated
was
planned
,
my
anxieties
and
energies
had
been
so
powerfully
aroused
that
I
went
through
the
protracted
scenes
of
that
terrible
night
without
a
feeling
of
the
slightest
fatigue
.
My
mind
and
body
were
alike
active
and
full
of
energy
.
No
sooner
was
the
last
thrilling
fear
of
danger
past
,
however
,
than
my
faculties
were
utterly
relaxed
;
and
when
I
felt
the
cool
breezes
of
the
Pacific
playing
around
my
fevered
brow
,
and
heard
the
free
waves
rippling
at
the
schooner
's
prow
,
as
we
left
the
hated
island
behind
us
,
my
senses
forsook
me
,
and
I
fell
in
a
swoon
upon
the
deck
.
From
this
state
I
was
quickly
aroused
by
Bill
,
who
shook
me
by
the
arm
,
saying
:
"
Hallo
,
Ralph
,
boy
!
Rouse
up
,
lad
;
we
're
safe
now
!
Poor
thing
!
I
believe
he
's
fainted
.
"
And
raising
me
in
his
arms
he
laid
me
on
the
folds
of
the
gaff-topsail
,
which
lay
upon
the
deck
near
the
tiller
.
"
Here
,
take
a
drop
o
'
this
;
it
'll
do
you
good
,
my
boy
,
"
he
added
in
a
voice
of
tenderness
which
I
had
never
heard
him
use
before
,
while
he
held
a
brandy-flask
to
my
lips
.
I
raised
my
eyes
gratefully
as
I
swallowed
a
mouthful
;
next
moment
my
head
sank
heavily
upon
my
arm
,
and
I
fell
fast
asleep
.
I
slept
long
,
for
when
I
awoke
the
sun
was
a
good
way
above
the
horizon
.
I
did
not
move
on
first
opening
my
eyes
,
as
I
felt
a
delightful
sensation
of
rest
pervading
me
,
and
my
eyes
were
riveted
on
and
charmed
with
the
gorgeous
splendour
of
the
mighty
ocean
that
burst
upon
my
sight
.
It
was
a
dead
calm
;
the
sea
seemed
a
sheet
of
undulating
crystal
,
tipped
and
streaked
with
the
saffron
hues
of
sunrise
,
which
had
not
yet
merged
into
the
glowing
heat
of
noon
;
and
there
was
a
deep
calm
in
the
blue
dome
above
that
was
not
broken
even
by
the
usual
flutter
of
the
sea-fowl
.
How
long
I
would
have
lain
in
contemplation
of
this
peaceful
scene
I
know
not
,
but
my
mind
was
recalled
suddenly
and
painfully
to
the
past
and
the
present
by
the
sight
of
Bill
,
who
was
seated
on
the
deck
at
my
feet
,
with
his
head
reclining
,
as
if
in
sleep
,
on
his
right
arm
,
which
rested
on
the
tiller
.
As
he
seemed
to
rest
peacefully
,
I
did
not
mean
to
disturb
him
;
but
the
slight
noise
I
made
in
raising
myself
on
my
elbow
caused
him
to
start
and
look
round
.
