The pilot: a tale of the sea. By J. Fenimore Cooper.

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BAy, rnaity, let yl) htavo hl to sit under;
10o'i like to beo a cold soldier.";aitstaff.
BAntNsaftr Ai, litnlered on the sanuds for a few mij
nutes, 1until the footsteps of Dillon and the cockc
sw-ail were no longer auldibtle, when \ he orde red(
his men to launch their boat onct'e morte into the
surt \ Whilte the seamen pulled leisurely towt ards
the place hie had desianated, as thte point where me
(would aw\Vit the return of liom, the lie-utenant
first 3began to entetrtfain srious al)lrehensions
coneernincl'im thc;r0od faith of his prisoner. Now'tbtit D)ilon was beyond his control, his imlaginiation p)resentcd, inl veryt vivid colo'urs, several
little circumstances in the} other's cotdluct, which
tnight readily excuse stome doubts of his good
hlith, and, by thfe time they hrad reached the l )acef
of rendezvous, ant d la( east a light grapnel itto
the sea, h}is fe~,ars hadl rendered btti excessively
mtl:cinlorta )le. L.,eavintl the lieutenant. to his reflections onl tlhis unpleasant subtiect, w-e shall F'tllow I )illon lanl his fearless and unsuspecting companion in their progress towtards St. Rutth.
The mintsts to w\hi ch''omt htd a(l auded i his
discussion vith hlis commander, on the sat:e of
the weather, appetared o )be settlint nearer c ttt e (
ert}l, tl(l dassuml-ting morett (lcidledly the aif)'><traittc of' a fog, hanging all\ve tfhet in slugis I