Excerpt: ...sodden; he could not row; and the pursuers were coming up hand over hand. Yet his eyes danced, as he gasped, "This is life." The boy was looking behind him. He could not see the pursuing boat, but he could hear the sizzle of foam under her keel as she slipped through the water, and the rhythmical sweep of oars. There was a terrible ...Read MoreExcerpt: ...sodden; he could not row; and the pursuers were coming up hand over hand. Yet his eyes danced, as he gasped, "This is life." The boy was looking behind him. He could not see the pursuing boat, but he could hear the sizzle of foam under her keel as she slipped through the water, and the rhythmical sweep of oars. There was a terrible beauty about it-this swooping of Death on them out of the fog. He could hear the wings he could not see. She was close now, the Angel of the Swarthy Pinions. On the thwart lay a pistol. He snatched it. "Good boy!" panted the Gentleman. Kit glanced forward. He could see the loom of the land. "There's the shore, sir!" he cried. "And here are they!" gasped the other. "Pretty thing, by Jove!" A boat's bows shot up behind them. A figure was standing in the stern. "Les voila!" screamed a voice. The Gentleman threw up his oars. "French!" Kit clapped the pistol to his head. "Row!" he screamed. "Row!" The other tumbled back into his oars. Up sprang his foot. The pistol was kicked out of the boy's hand, and the Gentleman was on him. "O, you are a villain, Little Chap!" chuckled a voice in the lad's ear. For a moment they hugged, the boat rocking beneath them. "Can you swim?" came the voice at his ear. "Yes," gurgled the lad, and as he felt the boat going sucked in a breath. "Then shift for yourself. I can't." As the waters closed about them the arms of the Gentleman loosed their hold. CHAPTER XLIII A BLACK BORDERER TO THE RESCUE I A boy was wading shoreward dizzily. As he surged through the water, his body made long rippling waves. He watched them with dull fascination, pointing. Then he began to whimper peevishly. He was tired, he was cold. The shore waved up and down before his eyes. He knew he couldn't do it. From behind him a yell penetrated his dying mind. It stopped him dead. He was a little child, nightmare-bound. Waving to and fro, the water to his knees, he stretched both arms shoreward. "Mother!" he wailed. A shout...Read Less
Fair. No dust jacket. Ex-Library. Wear to all edges, especially top of spine and corners. Some soiling. Front hinge cracking. Spotting on book edges and some pages, with rough bottom edge and corner folds to some pages. Unknown printing. xviii, 406 p. 20 cm.
Very Good. 8vo. 406 pages. Hardcover bound in blue publishers cloth. The cover is lightly rubbed, the spine is lightly faded. Corners and spine are bumped. Book is sound. Previous owner's name is written in ink on fly leaf. A tale of Admiral Nelson.
Very Good. No DJ. 12mo = 7-9" 406pp. Green cloth over hard covers, highly decorative gilt illustration and lettering on front cover, gilt lettering and decoration on spine. Slight fading of spine and along top edges, corners show a bit of wear, top spine edge has two small chips, back cover has a number of small stains. Pages very clean, lightly tanned, rear hinge cracked, binding still good, all pages fully intact. On last page in parentheses reads: "I will answer no questions about this book-A.O."
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