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Title: A sailor in spite of himself
Year: 1898 (1890s)
Authors: Castlemon, Harry, 1842-1915 Henry T. Coates & Co. publisher
Subjects: Sailors Seafaring life Shipwrecks Voyages and travels Adventure stories Fathers and sons Cousins Boys Courage Trust Success Friendship
Publisher: Philadelphia : Henry T. Coates & Co.
Contributing Library: Brandeis University Libraries
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iends tohim and Ben. There was wind in them, andwhen it came the ship would be obliged to putto sea or run the risk of being dashed on alee shore. After following the windings of the creekfor a mile or more, the mate drew up along-side the bank and the work of filling thecasks began. It w^as brackish water, as Bobfound when he came to taste of it, but itwould do them until they reached a placewhere they could get better. The officer haddoubtless been instructed by his superior tokeejD a sharp eye on the men while they werethus engaged; at any rate, he did so, station-ing himself on the bank above them, wherehe could see all their movements. Bobsheart sank within him as the work progressedwithout any signs of decreasing watchfulnesson the part of the officer, and he had almostmade up his mind that he had to go back onboard the ship and abandon all idea of goinghome, when, as he happened to cast his eyetoward the upper end of the line, where Benhad been at work, he was surprised to find
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THE DESERTEES. 291 that lie was not in sight. He had found op-portunity to slip away unobserved. By George! Ben has made it/ said he,and his heart beat like a trip-hammer. Now,what is the reason I am not as sharp as Ben ?I am going to try it. That officer cant anymore than shoot at me, and I will bet he donthit me if I once get inside the bushes. At that moment the officer was engaged inrating some of his men for what he calledtheir lubberly way of doing business, andhis back was turned toward Bob. It was nowor never. Hastily dropping his bucket, theboy ran quickly along the waters edge until aprojecting root hid him from the sight of themate, and then crawling up the bank heplunged into the woods. The tropical vege-tation was so dense that he could scarcelywork his way through it; but he made thebest progress he could, unmindful of the heavyfalls and severe scratches he received, andheedless of the other dangers he might runinto. All he thought of was Bens order toget as far away fro

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