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the tide ripple against the bank close by me, a 

 voice screamed out 



" Mr. Harry, Mr. Harry, where are you ?" 

 It was my brother's old captain in the " Manola's" 

 boat. " Ahoy ! where are you T 



To wrench my gun from the mud in one hand, 

 snatch up my clothes in the other, was the work 

 of an instant, and one second more saw me 

 safely in the boat. 



" Give way, men, with a will," said my brother, 

 " we must reach the schooner before she catches 

 the full of it, or we shall be carried miles up the 



river." 



They did give way, and in a few minutes 

 were on board. We made her before the full 

 swing of the tide caught her, and just as our 

 feet touched the deck, round she went with 

 a jerk that seemed to snap every link of the 

 chain cable, but the good old boat stood it 

 all. 



" All right," exclaimed my brother, speaking 

 thick and shortly, and evidently much moved. 



" D d narrow escape ; hate duck shooting. 



Let's go below and have some grog ; and, 

 steward, give the men a double allowance to 



