The Wings of the Morning by Louis Tracy
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saved him some labor--he broke open the chest, and found that the
weapons were apparently in excellent order. He snapped the locks and squinted down the barrels of half a dozen to test them. These he laid on one side. Then he rapidly constructed a small raft from loose timbers, binding them roughly with rope, and to this argosy he fastened the box of tea, the barrels of flour, the broken saloon-chair, and other small articles which might be of use. He avoided any difficulty in launching the raft by building it close to the water's edge. When all was ready the rising tide floated it for him; he secured it to his longest rope, and gave it a vigorous push off into the lagoon. Then he slung four rifles across his shoulders, asked Iris to carry the remaining two in like manner, and began to manoeuvre the raft landwards. "Whilst you land the goods I will prepare dinner," announced the girl. "Please be careful not to slip again on the rocks," he said. "Indeed I will. My ankle gives me a reminder at each step." "I was more concerned about the rifles. If you fell you might damage them, and the incoming tide will so hopelessly rust those I leave behind that they will be useless." She laughed. This assumption at brutality no longer deceived her. "I will preserve them at any cost, though with six in our possession there is a margin for accidents. However, to reassure you, I will go back quickly. If I fall a second time you will still be able to replace |
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