Farnham Bishop

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Farnham Bishop,  The Eighteen-Twelver (1920)

“ A rocket curved up out of the dark to starboard and burst with a glare that lit the Sound like day. There lay the Hoboken, about five hundred yards from the Southern Belle, boarding-nets rigged fore and aft and her guns already run in and being recharged for a second salvo. Captain Jonathan Gifford always shifted his moorings a couple of cable-lengths as soon as it was good and dark, leaving the buoyed lantern as a decoy for cutting-out parties and holding himself ready to blaze away at anything that came between him and the light. ”
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Farnham Bishop,  The Eighteen-Twelver (1920)

“ Then up from the bottom of Okra Sound sprang a mighty column of chocolate-colored water, directly in front of the Hoboken's bows and nine times as tall as the top of her funnel. Up it rose and down it came—souse—all over the holystoned, sanded deck, all over the shiny brass cutlas-hilts, the well-polished pivot-gun, the natty new uniforms and the astonished faces of the crew. The gun-captain instinctively pulled the lock-string, but the hammer fell on a soaked and dispirited paper cap. ”
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Farnham Bishop,  The Eighteen-Twelver (1920)

“ Down dropped her boats and away they pulled to take possession of the waiting prize.
But when the Hoboken had swung aside she kept on, out of the channel and straight across the shoal. Jonathan Gifford knew the bottom of Okra Sound as well as he did the surface. Though the Hoboken was of deeper draft than the Southern Belle she was a skimming-dish as compared with either of the two ocean steamers; the tide was at flood and a short-cut perfectly feasible. Placidly she waddled across the bows of the Plattsburg's cutters and docked herself alongside the motionless Gray Fox.
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