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? ? ? ? ''T is the fear of death at the hearts of them,' Louis muttered in my ear as I passed forward to see to taking in the flying jib and staysail.

? ? ? ? 'Oh, he'll heave to in a little while and pick them up,' I answered cheerfully.

? ? ? ? Louis looked at me shrewdly. 'Think so?' he asked.

? ? ? ? 'Surely,' I answered. 'Don't you?'

? ? ? ? 'I think nothing but of my own skin, these days,' was his answer. 'An' 't is with wonder I'm filled as to the workin' out of things. A pretty mess that 'Frisco whisky got me into, an' a prettier mess that woman's got you into aft there. Ah, it's myself that knows ye for a blitherin' fool.'

? ? ? ? 'What do you mean?' I demanded; for, having sped his shaft, he was turning away.

? ? ? ? 'What do I mean?' he cried.


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