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The Firing Line

CHAPTER I
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At moments he fancied he could still distinguish her, but the distance was great, and there were many scarlet head-dresses among the bathers ashore and afloat.
And after a while he settled back on his oars, cast a last glance astern, and pulled for the _Ariani_, aboard of which Portlaw was already bellowing at him through an enormous megaphone.
Malcourt, who looked much younger than he really was, appeared on the after deck, strolling about with a telescope tucked up under one arm, both hands in his trousers pockets; and, as Hamil pulled under the stern, he leaned over the rail: "Hello, Hamil! Any trade with the natives in prospect?
How far will a pint of beads go with the lady aborigines ?" "Better ask at the Beach Club," replied Hamil, laughing; "I say, Malcourt, I've had a corking swim out yonder--" "Go in deep ?" inquired Malcourt guilelessly.
"Deep?
It's forty fathoms off the reef." "I didn't mean the water," murmured Malcourt..


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