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Francis Lynde,  Somewhere in the Caribbean — Chapter 4 (1923)

“ Under such conditions the fight speedily developed into a battle of endurance. Around and about in the narrow ring of the schooner's after deck it surged and shifted. Twice the big brute got a hamlike hand on my shoulder but the flimsy undershirt gave him no hold and both times the failure to force a clinch gave me a chance to hammer him viciously while his guard was down.
As any one who has ever put on the gloves will know, a round in which the fighting is pressed to the limit cannot last indefinitely without a breathing space.
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Francis Lynde,  Somewhere in the Caribbean — Chapter 4 (1923)

“ I told him. “When the provisions give out we'll go hungry. The one thing we won't do is to quit until you've put me aboard the yacht. That goes as it lies.”
Three hours later the sun dropped into the sea ahead of us and his level rays glorified for some brief seconds the shapely outline of the Waikiki still steaming straight into the eye of the sunset. And when darkness came we were tossing alone upon the heaving waters; alone but for the shimmer of the electrics on the after deck of the distant yacht, her lights serving as our guiding beacon.
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Francis Lynde,  Somewhere in the Caribbean — Chapter 4 (1923)

“ You say you want to live: you've got just one chance for it. If you can make this windjammer catch up with that yacht out ahead and put me aboard of her, you live. Otherwise you walk the plank in good old pirate style!”
He caught at the condition like a drowning man catching at a flung life line.
“I—I'll put you aboard of that smoke boat or sail the masts out o' this hooker,” he gasped stumbling aft to take the wheel. Then he burst out in a torrent of profanity at the two sailors, the imprecations being the embroidery of an order to set the gaff topsails.
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