StNicholas [serial] . ABLE SURRENDER 877 She can never beat back against that squallwhen it strikes her! was his next thought. A hasty, sweeping glance showed Steve thatthere were no boats near enough to the Lobster tooffer assistance in case of necessity, and in aninstant he had decided on a plan of action. Righting the canoe and seizing the single pad-dle hidden under it, he ran the former to thewaters edge, got in, and paddled in the directionof the tide-bowed boat with long, vigorous strokes. A few minutes later he stepped on board the tiller. There was very little wind, not enough tokeep
StNicholas [serial] . ABLE SURRENDER 877 She can never beat back against that squallwhen it strikes her! was his next thought. A hasty, sweeping glance showed Steve thatthere were no boats near enough to the Lobster tooffer assistance in case of necessity, and in aninstant he had decided on a plan of action. Righting the canoe and seizing the single pad-dle hidden under it, he ran the former to thewaters edge, got in, and paddled in the directionof the tide-bowed boat with long, vigorous strokes. A few minutes later he stepped on board the tiller. There was very little wind, not enough tokeep the boat from drifting backward, but shemanaged to keep some slight control over her,and at least prevent her turning sidewise in therelentless ebb-tide that boiled by her like a mill-race. I was just thinking of anchoring myself, sheremarked casually. I did nt care for the ideaof being blown out to sea by this squall that scoming, especially as the boat s leaking a littleand there s something that gives in the rudder. THE BOAT KEELED OVER IN THE RAPIDLY RISING WIND. Lobster, and tied the painter of the canoe to hertraveler. I was wrong about the tide, said Steve, withcharacteristic directness, and I m going to getyou out of the fix I helped put you in. Got anyoars? No, said Katharine, flushing a little. Shewas indignant over Steves curt manner to heron the beach, and his mistake in the matter of thetide, and resented his lordly manner now. Cap-tain Si must have forgotten to put them backafter he got the boat off the beach this morning;I did nt notice they were gone till just now. We 11 have to anchor, then, replied Steve,already on his hands and knees in the act of ex-tracting the anchor and its big coil of line fromthe diminutive cuddy. Get down the jib. Katharine obeyed promptly and returned to the whenever I move it. It s just as well you cameaboard, Steve. Steve, who had by this time extricated theanchor and stocked it to his satisfaction, felt awarm thrill of something li
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