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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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