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head or two if necessary. I'm rather looking forward to hearing what he has to say on the subject."
A little wisp of spray shot over the side as the Nautilus plunged before the wind, which was increasing as the night wore on.
"That's right, blow!" said Tempest, hanging on to the tiller and gripping the stem of his pipe hard with his teeth. "I'd hate a dead calm just now."
"It looks like a dirty night," said Dave.
"Well, we can't wash it," the other replied, grinning. "It's 'neck or nothing' now. There is no turning back for us, and I give you my word it will have to be a lot dirtier than this before Flagg shortens sail or tries to take shelter. He has a pretty fair idea now that the hounds are at his heels. Is n't she a peach in a strong wind, eh?"
The Nautilus was certainly acquitting herself most creditably. She careened over under the
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