Willis the Pilot by Paul Adrien
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Since the weather had calmed down, and there was no longer any
necessity for exertion, the expedition had lost its charm for the young man. "I think it is useless; what say you, Willis?" "Ah," said the latter, taking Becker by the hand, "in consideration of the eight days' friendship that connects you even more intimately with Captain Littlestone than my affection for him of twenty years' standing, keep still a few miles to the east." "If the sloop has been driven to a distance by the storm, and is returning towards us, which is very likely, I do not see that we can be of much use." "But if dismasted and leaky?" "That would alter the case, only I am afraid the ladies will be uneasy about us." "But they were half prepared, father." "Jack is right," added Fritz, whose energies were again called into play by the thought of the _Nelson_ in distress; "let us go on." "Besides, on the word of a pilot, the sea will be very calm and gentle for some time to come: there is not the slightest danger." "And what if there were?" replied Fritz. |
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