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Portrait of William Henry Giles Kingston William Henry Giles Kingston Charley Laurel: A Story of Adventure by Sea and Land

I felt, as I spoke, like the hapless bird fascinated by the glance of the serpent, and could scarcely restrain myself from clambering on board and rushing among the savages.
“Hold fast, Charley,” said Dick. “I wish I had not said what I did—you have got your best days before you. If the savages wanted to kill us, they would have done so before now. See, they are growing calmer, and are talking together; they, perhaps, will be satisfied with gaining possession of the ship, and all the plunder in her, and won’t kill those who make no resistance.”
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Portrait of William Henry Giles Kingston William Henry Giles Kingston Charley Laurel: A Story of Adventure by Sea and Land

They were gaining rapidly on the boat, though her crew were pulling hard at the oars. I felt inclined to cry with agitation as I thought of what Miss Kitty would have to endure, when the boat’s sail filled out, and a freshening breeze carried her along faster than she had hitherto been moving. The wind still further increased. Away she shot ahead, distancing her pursuers. She gained the harbour’s mouth, and, steering out to sea, ran on till her white sail appeared a mere speck in the horizon; while the savages, disappointed of their prey, paddled back towards the shore.
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Portrait of William Henry Giles Kingston William Henry Giles Kingston Charley Laurel: A Story of Adventure by Sea and Land

What had become of Mrs Podgers, and those who had been below at the moment of the attack, we could not tell.
“Oh, Dick, what are we to do?” I exclaimed, trembling with fear.
“We must trust to God, Charley,” he answered. “He will take care of us, though how that is to be, is more than I can say. I can only hope that the savages, fierce as they are, will not have the heart to kill a little boy like you; and it can matter little what becomes of an old fellow, such as I am. Say your prayers, Charley, though you cannot kneel down. That does not matter.”
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