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CHAPTER XXVII.
THE COLLISION IN THE FOG.
"Hullo! Mumps isn't keeping this flag of truce very good," remarked Sam, as the seashell dropped at his feet.
"There is something inside of the shell," said Tom. "A bit of paper. Perhaps it's a message."
"I'll soon see," returned his younger brother, and ran to where he could not be seen from the other yacht.
He pulled from the seashell a small square of paper, upon which had been hastily scrawled the following in lead pencil:
"I will help you all I can and hope you won't prosecute me. I will see that Dora S. gets something to eat, even if I give her my share. They intend to go to Sand Haven if they can give you the slip.
"John Fenwick."
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