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ner virtually completed the inventory in that room. Through an open door the boy saw a second room, as scantily furnished.
"Been here a month, resting," replied Tempest. "I don't think that game knee of yours will carry you very far just now, will it?"
"I must have bumped it pretty hard,*" said the boy. "It's swelling."
"Well, this is n't exactly a first-class hotel," Tempest went on, "but I shall be glad to have you stay here till you get on your pins again. Your four companions will probably go on to Albany, and be fed like fighting-cocks by the Mariners' Aid Society, or whatever it's called. I'm afraid there is n't much chance of rescuing your kit from the wreck. She 'll break up mighty soon with a sea like this running."
Dave arose and took the binoculars from a capacious pocket which he had torn while jamming them in.
"Glad I saved those," he said, handing them
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