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

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ter. Theo figuve tihat was scated by itsel~' in Itre
sterli of the toat, started at thlis$ second sulnmons,
and then, as if with sudden recollection, a qtuiet
voicle rep)lie(.
" No-no,:
" No-...ao, and itag,' are very different aln
swvers," grumble Bol trope; " what kow-V1oth1ing
h avCe we here
l:[e was yet inuttering his dissatisfaction at the
igt.or.ance of the individual that w:as approacthitng
wvlloevcr it mig it bhe,) when the joily-)oat came
slowly to their side, and the Pilot stepped ffiom
her stern-shleets oiln the. decks'o f the p)rize.
Is it you, 1r. Pilot 0? exclaimedI tIec sailingmastern, 18ratising al battIe-lantern) within a fIoot of theo
other's lace, and look itwg with a sort of Stupid wonder at the proud l and angry eye he lenount ered.ttt..l.
is it you- i ell, I should have rated you flt a
a.:n a ofi l'mao.re e)xp,@ric.nce than to comen honintlt',dlofvn uponll a man-oflkwar ill thle dark, with such a
bi- Word in your mouth:1, when every hay y inl the
t \wo vessels knows that we cal.rry no swal\tlow -?tailed
bhunting abht oad W Flag! why you mig ht have got
a shot, had there been soldiers'.
The Pilot threw him a still fieceref glanle, antd
turning away witht a look, of distgust, he nwalked
alongi the quarter-deck towardIs tle stern, of tlhe
vessel, with an air of haughty silence, as if dis*
daining to answer. 0oltrope kept his eyes hs.stenlec*d on hit forla mom1ent longerl witllh some appCarantf1e of scorn:; ut lthie arrival of tihe boat first
hailed, which p roved to be tie barge, imlinediately
di:rew his attention to of her mattertt Barttatlle
had bceen rowing abo t i in the ocean for a long
time, unable to fill i thfe utter), at(d as he had b1en
compelled to suit hits own demeanour to tlhose Awit
whom he was associated, he reace!-d the Alacrity
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