David Lockwin—The People's Idol by John McGovern
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boy in a half-hour. Corkey has been sobbing.
"I thought a heap of Lockwin," he answers. "I d-d-don't like a d-d-dead man in the boat!" "Bail, you moke! I'll throw you in!" But Corkey's voice is far from menacing. Corkey is weak. Now he sees the boy's face in dreadful contortions. The lad is trying to speak quickly, and can make no noise at all. He rises and points. He is frantic. "He's crazy!" thinks Corkey, in alarm. "L-l-land!" screams the lad. "That is what it is, unless it's sucking us in." Corkey has heard of mirages in shipwreck. "It's land!" he says, a moment later, as he sees a tamarack scrub. It is, in reality, a long, narrow spit of sand that pushes out above Colpoy's Bay. Beyond that point is the black and open Georgian Bay for thirty miles. The boat will ride by, and at least three hundred yards outside. Unless Corkey can get inside, what will become of him? |
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