Rod of the Lone Patrol by H. A. (Hiram Alfred) Cody
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page 288 of 299 (96%)
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"Ye've got us in a nice fix to-night. Why didn't ye take care of yer
old scow? She's smashed us, that's what's wrong." "Oh, is that you, Josh Britt?" and Captain Tobin's voice suddenly changed. "Climb on board, and we'll try to straighten matters out." Without more words, Captain Josh lifted Rod tenderly in his arms and scrambled up into the tug. "For heaven's sake! what have ye got there?" Captain Tobin exclaimed. "Parson Dan's son, that's who it is. Got a bed ready?" "Bring him here," and Captain Tobin turned to his right. "Put him in my bed; he'll be all right there." By this time the tug-boatmen had made fast to the _Roaring Bess_ with a long rope, and kept her in tow as the tug was swung around and headed for the drifting scow. "We'll just run that confounded scow into the lee of the island," Captain Tobin told the ship-wrecked men, "and then we'll put you ashore as fast as this old tub can travel. Will that do?" "I s'pose so," Captain Josh replied. "But git a big hustle on. Ye've got something more important than a scow to save to-night." |
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