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Mother Carey’s Chicken

CHAPTER SIXTEEN
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Now, sir, why don't you turn in ?" "No, Gregory; I'll keep watch too." "Well, sir, we mustn't waste strength.

If you and the major are going to watch I'll turn in, for I'm dead beat.

Hullo! what's that ?" There was a low whining sigh, and a faint bark answered the first-mate's question.
"Oh, it's that dog again, eh?
Well, sir, shall I turn in ?" "Yes, Gregory.

We'll rouse you if there's anything wrong." "All right!" said the mate; "but it's my opinion that we shall have no fighting at present.

They'll wait for wind and get us ashore in some creek hidden among the mangroves, and there plunder the ship." The mate went out, whispered a few words to the major, and then turned in--a process which consisted in lying down on the cabin-floor, with a revolver in his hand; while to the major, who was seated on a chest by the barricaded door, with an unlighted cigar in his lips, it seemed as if Gregory sighed softly and was then fast asleep.
Mark got up once or twice and went into the saloon, where all was still.
Then he walked to the window and looked out, to find that not a breath of air had arisen, and that the mist was gathering more thickly over the sea.
Going back to where his father was seated he too sat down; and then it seemed to him that a dull oval sun rose out of the sea--a sun so dull that its flattened oval shape suggested that it must have been squeezed so as to get nearly all the light out of it.


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