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"
Ochone
,
David
,
"
says
he
,
"
this
is
no
the
kind
of
death
I
fancy
!
"
"
What
,
Alan
!
"
I
cried
,
"
you
're
not
afraid
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
he
,
wetting
his
lips
,
"
but
you
'll
allow
,
yourself
,
it
's
a
cold
ending
.
"
By
this
time
,
now
and
then
sheering
to
one
side
or
the
other
to
avoid
a
reef
,
but
still
hugging
the
wind
and
the
land
,
we
had
got
round
Iona
and
begun
to
come
alongside
Mull
.
The
tide
at
the
tail
of
the
land
ran
very
strong
,
and
threw
the
brig
about
.
Two
hands
were
put
to
the
helm
,
and
Hoseason
himself
would
sometimes
lend
a
help
;
and
it
was
strange
to
see
three
strong
men
throw
their
weight
upon
the
tiller
,
and
it
(
like
a
living
thing
)
struggle
against
and
drive
them
back
.
This
would
have
been
the
greater
danger
had
not
the
sea
been
for
some
while
free
of
obstacles
.
Mr.
Riach
,
besides
,
announced
from
the
top
that
he
saw
clear
water
ahead
.
"
Ye
were
right
,
"
said
Hoseason
to
Alan
.
"
Ye
have
saved
the
brig
,
sir
.
I
'll
mind
that
when
we
come
to
clear
accounts
.
"
And
I
believe
he
not
only
meant
what
he
said
,
but
would
have
done
it
;
so
high
a
place
did
the
Covenant
hold
in
his
affections
.
But
this
is
matter
only
for
conjecture
,
things
having
gone
otherwise
than
he
forecast
.
"
Keep
her
away
a
point
,
"
sings
out
Mr.
Riach
.
"
Reef
to
windward
!
"
And
just
at
the
same
time
the
tide
caught
the
brig
,
and
threw
the
wind
out
of
her
sails
.
She
came
round
into
the
wind
like
a
top
,
and
the
next
moment
struck
the
reef
with
such
a
dunch
as
threw
us
all
flat
upon
the
deck
,
and
came
near
to
shake
Mr.
Riach
from
his
place
upon
the
mast
.
I
was
on
my
feet
in
a
minute
.
The
reef
on
which
we
had
struck
was
close
in
under
the
southwest
end
of
Mull
,
off
a
little
isle
they
call
Earraid
,
which
lay
low
and
black
upon
the
larboard
.
