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“oil, THE mischiee!’* 
our eyes in the direction of the tomtit, whose sharp- 
siglited occupants had evidently been as wide awake as 
the old quartermaster. We could see them lying on 
their oars and apparently consulting us to the rationality 
of returning to the beach and awaiting his arrival either 
from the boat or ambush behind some log or rock; and 
in a few moments the boat’s head was pulled quickly 
around for the beach by Lawton and Williams, while the 
doctor, with a tiller-rope in each hand, leaned eagerly 
forward with every stroke, 
“Ey George! — there they go back after him!” ex- 
claimed an excited voice. 
“Let’s call away the Falcon” (our fastest boat) “and 
lend them a hand,” cried a second. 
“ Tlio crcAV have been worked hard to-day, gentlemen,” 
remarked the first lieutenant ; “ and if you want the 
Falcon you must pull her yourselves.” 
“ Oh, the mischief!” exclaimed excited voice JSTo. 1. 
“I’ve been working hard too,” chimed in 'No. 2. 
“Well, gentlemen,” interrupted the captain, who was as 
ready for the fun as any of us, “ call away the gig and 
get your rifles: she’s handier than the Falcon. Come! 
let’s see if we can’t get a bear at last !” 
In less than two minutes we were all seated in the 
crowded stern-sheets of the flying boat, with the eager 
crew bending to their supple oars and urging her head- 
long course toward the unsuspecting monster. There 
were five of us in the boat besides the crew, all armed 
with Sharpe’s rifles and revolvers, — some even with 
bowie-knives, — while the crew themselves each had a 
carbine, ship’s pistol, and cutlass, — eleven grown-up 
