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Foul Play

CHAPTER IX
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We were on the port tack, standing toward the shoal.

Weather it, as we should have done next tack, and I should have failed in my duty to my employers.

Anything but that! 'Look out!' said I.'Pilot, she fore-reaches in stays.' Pilot was smoking; those sandhead pilots smoke in bed and asleep.

He takes his cigar out of his mouth for one moment.

'Ready about,' says he.


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