Enty-seven miles, we calculated, but we did it; and a

[Gutt Fondy]

Ething important
to do, and to feel confidence in his ability to do it." "That's so,
Capting," answered Phil, as, having got the boat about, he belayed the
sheets and put the other hand to the helm; "he's a clever
animal, he is. It seems to me that ar dog understands talk like a
Christian.
Did you take notice h-e-ow he was overboard as quick as you spoke,
afore I started a shut?
But whar are we going?--that's what I want to know." "Phil,"
interrupted
Mr Clare, "what light is that flaring up away ahead there on your lee
bow?" "By God, I see! the sails hid that--they did," Phil grumbled, and
bent down to see beneath the sails. He chuckled
some time before he answered, and his chuckle grew to a laugh. "Ha!
ha! ha!--that ar light is on Boatswain's Reef, just as
sure as my name is Phil Grayson. Mr Clare--hurrah!--your boys are
safe." Ugly, who had been lifted on board before that,
joined his rejoicing
bark to

the skipper's merriment, and from the reef came a distant hallooing.
The
flames at the reef grew brighter
and higher. The sparks flashed and flew up to the dark sky.
The shouting increased to yells. The rescuers
on the schooner answered; and as for Ugly, the hero of our deliverance,
he was almost frantic with delight. The first words that were
distinguishable from the reef were-- "Is that you, Mr Clare? Have you
any water on board?" "Yes!" was responded. "Oh! do hurry, then--we
can't stand this any longer!"
cried out Harry. In two hours more as happy a boatload as ever floated
was springing before a fresh breeze toward the cape. Long before we
touched shore our

glad halloo
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