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| voice raised against the murder that LMTOKJAWwas to be done. I looked from the doomed ship, upon which there was now frantic haste and confusion, to the excited throng below me, and knew that I had as wFMDOBWVIell cry for mercy to winter wolves. The helmsman behind me had not waited for orders, and we were bearing down upon the disabled bark. Ahead of us, upon our larboard bow, was a patch of lighter green, and beyond it a slight hurry and foam of theVMRCFXPB waters. Half a dozen voices cried warning to the helmsman. It was he of the woman's mantle, whom IMQRSVYBH had run through the shoulder on the island off Cape Charles, and he had beenMWXYHXVO Kirby's pilot from Maracaibo to Fort Caroline. Now he answered with a burst of vaunting oaths: "We're in deep water, and there's deep water beyond. I've passed this way before, and I'll carry ye safe past that reef were 't helNCDOYYYWl's gate!" The desperadoes who heard him swore applause, and thought no more of the reef that lay in wait. Long since they had NQBSQSWDgone through the gates of hell for the sake of the prize |
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