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The Ebb-tide Runs

           Ipulledinhandoverhandonthecord,andwhenIjudgedmyselfnearenough,roseatinfiniterisktoabouthalfmyheightandthuscommandedtheroofandasliceoftheinteriorofthecabin.

           Bythistimetheschoonerandherlittleconsortwereglidingprettyswiftlythroughthewater;indeed,wehadalreadyfetcheduplevelwiththecamp-fire.Theshipwastalking,assailorssay,loudly,treadingtheinnumerablerippleswithanincessantwelteringsplash;anduntilIgotmyeyeabovethewindow-sillIcouldnotcomprehendwhythewatchmenhadtakennoalarm.Oneglance,however,wassufficient;anditwasonlyoneglancethatIdursttakefromthatunsteadyskiff.ItshowedmeHandsandhiscompanionlockedtogetherindeadlywrestle,eachwithahandupontheother’sthroat.

           Idroppeduponthethwartagain,nonetoosoon,forIwasnearoverboard.Icouldseenothingforthemomentbutthesetwofurious,encrimsonedfacesswayingtogetherunderthesmokylamp,andIshutmyeyestoletthemgrowoncemorefamiliarwiththedarkness.

           Theendlessballadhadcometoanendatlast,andthewholediminishedcompanyaboutthecamp-firehadbrokenintothechorusIhadheardsooften:

           "Fifteenmenonthedeadman’schest

           Yo-ho-ho,andabottleofrum!

           Drinkandthedevilhaddonefortherest

           Yo-ho-ho,andabottleofrum!"

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