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Ralph Stock South of the Line — Hit or Miss (1922)

When he had gone, Amery settled back on the cabin locker to smoke a disreputable pipe in slow, methodical puffs, and stare fixedly at the swinging lamp. He knew exactly where his partner was going. He would catch the two-thirty ferry across the harbour and climb the red earth path to the bungalow with the garden overlooking the sea. There he would be as charming as Frank Baird knew how to be. He would balance a tea cup on his knee with the ease of an expert, and talk trivialities until the old man fell asleep.
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Ralph Stock South of the Line — Hit or Miss (1922)

An hour later the auxiliary was propelling the Spindrift through an oily calm when a shudder ran through the ship, followed by the faint clang of metal and the crazy racing of the engine.
Amery sprang aft, and saw under a bare fathom of crystal-clear water a forest of coral fronds, and above them, protruding from the ship's quarter, the shattered remains of a propeller. They had barely grazed a submerged reef, another atoll in the making, but it was enough; the Spindrift lay helpless as a log. Thus the Islands kiss on one cheek and strike the other within an hour.
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Ralph Stock South of the Line — Hit or Miss (1922)

There came a night, as dead as the eternity of days and nights that had preceded it, when Amery woke from a fevered sleep and lay staring at the beams above his bunk. His throat ached abominably, his tongue felt like dry flannel in his mouth, but there was nothing new in this. The ship's company was long since down to half a point of water a day, and all that remained was a bare three gallons in a beaker carefully guarded in the saloon.
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