David Lockwin—The People's Idol by John McGovern
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page 105 of 249 (42%)
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It inspires Corkey, this frequent admonition of the boy. But the boat cavorts dizzily. "Bail, you moke! You black devil! Don't you forget it!" The oars go fast and furious, often in the air, and each time with a volley of oaths. The wood-chopper has seized a man. It is another wood-chopper. There are now four souls in the boat. It leaps less like an athlete. It has been half an hour since the Africa went down. There still are cries. To all these, Corkey replies: "Come on! all you fellers that has life-preservers!" But it is incredible that any more should get in the yawl. Nevertheless, one, two, three, four, five, six wood-choppers arrive in the next half-hour, and all are saved. Tugging for dear life, Corkey holds his boat against the wind. "There!" cries the commander. "I strike him again!" A wood-chopper this time grasps a floating man who can make little effort for himself. A half-dozen pair of hands bring him aboard. He sinks on a seat. The boat is now full. It leaps less lightly. The commander is jubilant. He thinks himself safe. He returns to his favorite topic, the mascot. |
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