David Lockwin—The People's Idol by John McGovern
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page 107 of 249 (42%)
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Two hands are yet on the gunwale.
"Suppose we can git him in?" "Yessah!" stammers the boy. The unknown man is evidently wounded, but is more active than when he was first picked up. Every wood-chopper is gone. There are no sounds in Georgian Bay other than the noises of the boat, the wind and the great waves. There were 117 souls on the Africa. Now 114 are drowned. They perished like rats in a trap. What moment will the boat overturn again? "Bail, my son!" "Yessah!" stammers the boy. The boat is riding southward and backward at a fast rate. Three hours have passed--three hours of increasing effort and nerve-straining suspense. The wounded survivor lies in the stern of the boat. The boy bails incessantly. The water is thrown in at the stern in passing over the boat from the prow. "It's bad on that rooster!" says Corkey, as he hears the water dashing on the prostrate form. "Wonder if his head is out of the drink?" |
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