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Portrait of Oliver Optic Oliver Optic On Time; or, Bound to Get There

Fastening the painter of the Belle to a tree, I walked toward the cook-house, with the small boat-hook, not bigger than a broom-handle, in my hand. I must say that I dreaded a conflict of any description with Mr. Waddie. There was no more reason in him than in a stone wall, and he really delighted in torturing a victim. If any one interfered to repress his cruelty, he took the act as a personal insult, and regarded himself as oppressed by not being allowed to exercise his malice upon the weak.
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Portrait of Oliver Optic Oliver Optic On Time; or, Bound to Get There

Colonel Wimpleton, Waddie, and the mate all held their breath, as though they expected to see the magnificent Ucayga knocked in splinters the next instant. She was going at full speed through the narrow channel; but, if I had been underneath her, I could not have told any better how many feet and inches there were between her keel and the sands at the bottom of the channel. If the passage through this narrow place was thrilling to others, it was more so to me, and I was fully conscious of the responsibility that rested upon me.
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Portrait of Oliver Optic Oliver Optic On Time; or, Bound to Get There

I continued, as I saw Waddie’s sloop go out into the lake under full sail.
“I hope not,” replied he, with energy. “But I wish they were in your boat, instead of mine, for then they would go to the bottom if they upset her.”
“I hope they won’t be drowned,” I added, as the boat heeled over so that her gunwale went under.
“I don’t care if they are.”
“Be reasonable, Waddie.”
“I am reasonable. What do you suppose I care for the villains, after what they have done to me?”
“Love your enemies, Waddie. Return good for evil.”
“It’s easy enough to talk; but I don’t believe much in that sort of stuff.”
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