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

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evasiol, as yout ea possibly be'at a cross-exa-ina-n
tiolt.:
" At anyl rate, he gives me a chance to-day,
You ktlorw,\ I suppose, that he sent for llme to att
tetndl a consulttation of his offitcer s on im41portant
I t (i(dl not," returned G(.'riffithl fixing hIis Ceyes
inte.ntty on the speaker; " what has he t(o offer?"
" N'ay, that you mtust ask your pilot; fir) \vhile,
t alkint.; to ice t.he old man \wouldttiu tur an look at
thie strangtert, (every minutlte, as if watchinllg tf sei.Snlais hlow to "1cc' "
" helfre is a my.stery-t abount that mtran, and ou(
cotn1exiotn witlh hii, thaint I cannots fatho),"' satid
Griffith. I But I hear the voice of Matluit catt\it::n' for mte,; \woCe are wanted inl thet tcabint, Intem-t
ber, you do not leave the ship withotit seeincfg 11
aqain.'"
" N(:,t no, my dear fellow, iro'ot the publi.ic we
mutst retire to another private consultation."' yP('he t titng e1 arose alt (. rifhith, thittrowingt
off' t}he rounrd-a}outt in whicl he hlad a)pp)eare(t o'
deck, dre IX n a coat of mlore fori mal app)eatiranc(.e,
and taI<int a swor(d carelessly in his hand, they
proeectldet togepther tlontg the passage ltready d(tesctribed, t( the gun-deck( w\here they entered, w\ith
th}t proier ct eremonials, into thle principti catin of
the friigate.