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The Coral Island by R. M. (Robert Michael) Ballantyne
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"Well, then, Peterkin," replied Jack, with a smile, "what would you
have?"

"Have?" said Peterkin, "I would HAVE nothing. I didn't say I
wanted to HAVE; I said that I wanted to DO."

"By the by," said I, interrupting their conversation, "I am
reminded by this that we have not yet discovered the nature of yon
curious appearance that we saw near the water-spouts, on our
journey round the island. Perhaps it would be well to go for that
purpose."

"Humph!" ejaculated Peterkin, "I know the nature of it well
enough."

"What was it?" said I.

"It was of a MYSTERIOUS nature to be sure!" said he, with a wave of
his hand, while he rose from the log on which he had been sitting,
and buckled on his belt, into which he thrust his enormous club.

"Well then, let us away to the water-spouts," cried Jack, going up
to the bower for his bow and arrows; "and bring your spear,
Peterkin. It may be useful."

We now, having made up our minds to examine into this matter,
sallied forth eagerly in the direction of the water-spout rocks,
which, as I have before mentioned, were not far from our present
place of abode. On arriving there we hastened down to the edge of
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