The Captain's Voice Changed

A strong rippling current running westward through the basin, and then southward and seaward down the straights by which we had entered in the morning. The tide kept sweeping us westward until I had laid her head due east, or just about right angles to the way we ought to go. By this time we had got so far out of the run of the current that we kept steerage-way even to our necessarily gentle rate of rowing. With the course I now held we turned our broadside instead of our stern to the Hispaniola and offered a target like a barn door. We could hear as well as see that brandy-faced rascal Israel Hands pl

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