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Francis Lynde,  Somewhere in the Caribbean — Chapter 5 (1923)

“ Though the tempest was still shrieking like a chorus of fiends in the schooner's rigging, its extreme violence seemed to be spent. The billows continued to run mountain high but their crests no longer curled and broke to throw the propeller out of water and the endless twitchings of the throttle became unnecessary. Stiff and weary, I pulled myself up the ladder, clinging limpetlike to the hatchway coaming when I got my head above the deck level. Brill, or what I thought might be his dead body, was hanging in the rope sling by which we had anchored him to the life line and José had the wheel. ”
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Francis Lynde,  Somewhere in the Caribbean — Chapter 5 (1923)

“ The motor thumped away with little attention from me and our rate of sailing was about the average we had maintained during the day. Out ahead the shimmering glow of the Waikiki's lights held the same relative position, as nearly as I could judge; and she, and we, were steering the same course as at sundown—a little to the south of west. By this time I knew we must be considerably west of the Havana meridian and I was led to wonder still more pointedly why the plans of the yacht party had been changed and what the change portended. ”
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Francis Lynde,  Somewhere in the Caribbean — Chapter 5 (1923)

“ If at that time Israel Brill was setting me down as a lunatic ripe for lacing in a strait-jacket I couldn't have blamed him much. The bare idea of chasing a fast steam yacht to an unknown destination with no better pursuer than a coasting schooner with a loose-jointed gasoline motor for an auxiliary was doubtless a lunacy of the first water ”
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