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“Well, which way shall we go?” 
The effrontery of the question fairly took him 
aback, and, pausing in apparent irresolution as to 
whether he was not in danger of being caught at 
last, he seemed for a moment half inclined to run 
for it. Incoherently he commenced his usual re- 
sponse about not giving advice; paused, and then, 
in a sadly reproachful tone, remonstrated as fol- 
lows : 
“ You know if I were to give advice to gentle- 
men, and they were to have bad luck, they would 
blame me; and how can I know all the time where 
the ducks are flying?” 
“But, Henry, as we are going together, I must 
certainly be told where the place is to be.” 
This appeared to surprise him; for, after a mo- 
ment’s deliberation, he jumped into his boat, and, 
seizing his paddle, said, “I am going to Grassy 
Point,” and made off as fast as he could. 
“ Well, Henry, I suppose I shall have to go with 
you, instead of you with me; but the difference is 
not very great.” 
He seemed confused, and in doubt whether he 
had not compromised himself, and paddled with 
such speed that I could scarcely keep up with him. 
Seated with his face towards the bow of the boat, 
his guns lying ready for instant use in front of him, 
he plied his double paddle—that is to say, a long 
paddle with a blade at both ends, which are dipped 
alternately—with a vigor that would have distanced, 
for a short stretch, the most expert rower. Like 
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