The Pilot by James Fenimore Cooper
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detain the boats with your silly nonsense at a time like this? Away into
the barge, sir, and if you find him willing to hear, tell Mr. Griffith what your foolish conjectures amount to, at your leisure." The boy stepped lightly from the whale-boat to the barge, whither the pilot had already preceded him, and, as he sunk, with a mortified air, by the side of Griffith, he said, in a low voice: "And that won't be long, I know, if Mr. Griffith thinks and feels on the coast of England as he thought and felt at home." A silent pressure of his hand was the only reply that the young lieutenant made, before he paid the parting compliments to Barnstable, and directed his men to pull for their ship. The boats were separating, and the plash of the oars was already heard, when the voice of the pilot was for the first time raised in earnest. "Hold!" he cried; "hold water, I bid ye!" The men ceased their efforts at the commanding tones of his voice, and turning toward the whale-boat, he continued: "You will get your schooner under way immediately, Captain Barnstable, and sweep into the offing with as little delay as possible. Keep the ship well open from the northern headland, and as you pass us, come within hail." "This is a clean chart and plain sailing, Mr. Pilot," returned Barnstable; "but who is to justify my moving without orders, to Captain |
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