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Portrait of Max Pemberton Max Pemberton The Sea Wolves — VII. "A TEMPEST DROPPING FIRE" (1901)

With such an environment the customary spirit of Burke's crew was altogether lacking. For the most part, the men lay huddled together just abaft the fore hatch, and had eyes for nothing but the pursuing cruiser, which seemed to hold the yacht so easily, yet could gain nothing upon her. They had even ceased to ask the question: "Shall we be took?"
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Portrait of Max Pemberton Max Pemberton The Sea Wolves — VII. "A TEMPEST DROPPING FIRE" (1901)

Personally, I've no love for assisting at funerals, and I've less hankering to be the chief actor in one. Yet it's quite clear to me that, since they've got the legs of us, we must either find the open ocean, or leave the thing now, like a lot of old women trooping out of an excursion train. You told me that you could show heels to any thing swimming; but you can't, and that's the weak spot in the whole of it——"
"Stay a bit! " cried Kenner; "you're not at a political garden-party, and I don't foller. I said this yacht could do twenty-two knots in a free sea
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