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Frank V. Webster Two Boys of the Battleship; Or…

With one last and lingering look at the battleship, which was now almost lost to sight in the spray and spume of the sea and the mist of driving rain, Ned crouched down in the dory and watched his brother at the wheel, as the older lad turned the craft to make the trip through the inlet.
Ned crouched to keep as much as possible out of the way of the flying spray, and also to bring his weight low-down in the craft and thus make her more seaworthy. For though it was not likely that the dory would capsize, it was not wise to offer too many chances to the sea.
“Can you make it?” shouted Ned.
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Frank V. Webster Two Boys of the Battleship; Or…

Most of the shouting was in a foreign tongue, Portuguese, most likely, so Ned and Frank thought.
“There must be a lot of our citizens here,” said Ned, as he saw that there were two good-sized crowds, one evidently attacking the other. And it was this attack and repulse, this backward and forward movement, as the tide of fighting changed, that had taken the conflicting forces away from the water’s edge, and now, once more, brought them to it again.
“Those who are being attacked aren’t all Americans,” said a petty officer near our heroes.
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Frank V. Webster Two Boys of the Battleship; Or…

The effect of the two big projectiles, other than that the tops of the hills had been smashed, was not discernible from on board the Georgetown.
But there was no mistaking the effect on the populace of the capital of the little republic. Through glasses Frank and Ned could notice wild excitement in the public square which came down to the water’s edge. Men, women and children seemed to be rushing about without any special object in view.
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