41 Lure O Gold 1904

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on my way to the Sand Spit, where some friends of
mine are camping. Guess you struck a pretty slow
boat."
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She s slow at starting, anyway,"
I confessed.
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But
you can see her funnel now, Doctor,"
I added, smiling,
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and you can make out for yourself what it s like."
The Doctor took a pair of pince nez glasses from his
waistcoat pocket, and, adjusting them, stared hard
across the water.
"Nothing of the sort," said he, slowly. "There
ins t
any such rig as that afloat. Nothing
of the
well, bless my soul !
A little curl of dark smoke had lifted from the top of
the mainmast, which now showed plainly
in the clear
afternoon sunlight as both mainmast and funnel.
Dashed if that doesn t beat me !
And he gave a
roaring laugh, his round stomach shaking. He stood
for a few minutes staring at the vessel, and then, saying
good-bye to me and wishing me a lucky voyage, he
moved on up the sands, the Jap following him, and both
of them pausing now and again while the Doctor
turned his eyes upon the Flying Mist as upon the rarest
sight he had ever witnessed.
I went back and sat down upon my box, glad of the
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