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Francis Lynde,  Somewhere in the Caribbean — Chapter 9 (1923)

“ Once in the lagoon and stealing along in the shadow of the beach-crowding jungle we began to look ahead to pick out the dark bulk of the Vesta. It seemed to me that we had gone fully twice the distance traversed in the morning before Brill suddenly put his steering-oar helm hard down and gave José an order that made the Minorcan quickly spill the wind out of our sail and so bring the whaleboat to a stand. In the distance we could hear voices, a confused medley of them as of men shouting. ”
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Francis Lynde,  Somewhere in the Caribbean — Chapter 9 (1923)

“ Then Dorgan said, with his hoarse chuckle: “All I'm hopin' is that they're burnin' up them rifles and that box o' shells along with the bug juice.” And I, for one, was fervently echoing the big man's pious hope.
In due time we reached the yacht and climbed aboard. From her deck we could still see the red glare in the sky. Whatever faint hope any of us might have been cherishing of making the Vesta carry us back to civilization was going up in smoke and flames: our only resources now were a water-logged yacht fast aground and an open boat.
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Francis Lynde,  Somewhere in the Caribbean — Chapter 9 (1923)

“ At another order from Brill the two sailors got out the oars and pulled us slowly around the point of land that was cutting off our view of the Vesta's grounding beach. A single glance showed us that we were out of the picture so far as any chance of boarding the schooner was concerned. The drunken crew had built a fire on the beach, apparently with dry lumber chopped out of the vessel, and around it a dozen half-clad figures were reeling and dancing like a mob of crazy savages. And there were women in the whirling circle. Alison was shuddering again and she drew closer to me. ”
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