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James Otis The Search for the Silver City…

Never had the ocean seemed so beautiful and friendly as now, after the long, dangerous tramp, and the boys forgot all privations and discomforts as they gazed at the broad expanse of water.
"If the Sea Dream was afloat and anchored off there how quickly we could get home," Teddy cried.
"Even allowing that nothing happens to prevent our traveling ten hours a day, it will be a week before you can stand on the shore of the sea," Cummings replied, glancing backward as if regretting that he was about to descend the range which would separate him from the wonders and wealth of the Silver City.
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James Otis The Search for the Silver City…

Then the sailing master announced to each man the boat to which he was assigned, and during the next hour hardly a word was spoken. Teddy and Neal conversed now and then in whispers, as if not daring to make a noise, and the sailors worked in grim silence.
Nothing save the clank of the pumps and the throbbing of the screw could be heard.
When the hour had passed it was no longer possible to force water into the hold. The heat was so great that the hose burned as fast as it could be pushed through the aperture, and long tongues of flame were appearing around the edges of the hatch.
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James Otis The Search for the Silver City…

The sailors kicked off their boots, and began pulling vigorously at the oars while Jake said in a low tone to the boys:
"Be ready to jump the minute she strikes; but not before. Look out for the rocks, and take care the swell don't drag you back."
The heavy waves were rolling up on the shore with a roar that rendered conversation difficult, and as he glanced ahead at the foaming waters in which it did not seem possible the little craft could live for a single moment, Teddy pressed Neal's hand as if to say good-by.
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