Rudder Grange by Frank Richard Stockton
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what I might hear.
"Hello, mister," he said, "got any tobacco?" I walked up to him. I took hold of him by the lapel of his coat. It was a dirty lapel, as I remember even now, but I didn't mind that. "Look here," said I. "Tell me the truth, I can bear it. Was that vessel wrecked?" The man looked at me a little queerly. I could not exactly interpret his expression. "You're sure you kin bear it?" said he. "Yes," said I, my hand trembling as I held his coat. "Well, then," said he, "it's mor'n I kin," and he jerked his coat out of my hand, and sprang away. When he reached the other side of the road, he turned and shouted at me, as though I had been deaf. "Do you know what I think?" he yelled. "I think you're a darned lunatic," and with that he went his way. I hastened on to Peter's Point. Long before I reached it, I saw the boat. It was apparently deserted. But still I pressed on. I must know the worst. When I reached the Point, I found that the boat had run |
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