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

I'll V: I' ILOT & i
Sw\ertd thie eockswvain, Nt wih a watch-word of hi.s
(,'wn invtlentiont.
11 ) | iS 1 it3), I(ttt'fl~ff fflC Ar ettC-Ba}}t n 5 XC t
J is ie) reIturned the lieutenant; "rOel
IINaway, )5boy, veer away. You,ttust wade into theF
ltom etaugtlt i)illont in ti s atr'tiS, 8(d tlhrtowing
htti like a eork, across his slhottder, lhe tlashtd
into tie stctak of ftoimn tlhat was betaring the boat
ont its crest, tllt nd Ieilbre his complanioll had timel.
for remtconstrance (or entreatty, he fitund himself
ltc mlorte i by the side oft Banstable.
tWho have we here?" asked the lieutenant;
*' thlis is not G(riflithl!"
" Ha;ul out andl weight Vour grapnel," satid tit
excited cockswanl; " a n tld then, boys, if you tlove
the Ariel, tpull lwhile the lift' and the will is left int
Ilarnstalh le knew his man, and not another
question was asked, until the boat vwas w}ithoultt the
lbreakerxs, ntow s kuinmtint; the rounded sunmlmitS of'
tile waves or settlin-g ito the hollows of thle eas,
but always c. ttintgo the waters asuntler, as she
tlrged her course, t ith} anmazinl velocity, towtarls
the haven wherte the schooner had been left at
anMchor.'['llen, in a few, lbut bitter sentenices),
tle cockswain explained to his commander the
treaclhery of l)il on, and tile danger of the sehoon —
r.
" The soldiers are slow at a ni'ght musterl,'ml contnclrtded,' alml from what I overheard,
thle express I'ill have to make a crookedl course,
to dotuble the head of the bay, so that but for
this northl-eatster, we might weatther upon them
yet; bnut it's a matter that lies altog.:ether in tlhe
will of i'ovtide ne.l P1111, lmy hearti es,) pull...'..
evetry thint depetnlds oiln yor oars to-nitght."
Barnt table listened in dleep silence to this ttx.s