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Doyle, Arthur Conan, Sir, 1859-1930

"The White Company"

A line of broken water traced the
dangerous bar, which in clear day and balmy weather has cracked
the back of many a tall ship.
"There is a channel," said Hawtayne, "which was shown to me by
the Prince's own pilot. Mark yonder tree upon the bank, and see
the tower which rises behind it. If these two be held in a line,
even as we hold them now, it may be done, though our ship draws
two good ells more than when she put forth."
"God speed you, Master Hawtayne!" cried Sir Oliver. "Twice have
we come scathless out of peril, and now for the third time I
commend me to the blessed James of Compostella, to whom I vow----"
"Nay, nay, old friend," whispered Sir Nigel. "You are like to
bring a judgment upon us with these vows, which no living man
could accomplish. Have I not already heard you vow to eat two
carp in one day, and now you would venture upon a third?"
"I pray you that you will order the Company to lie down," cried
Hawtayne, who had taken the tiller and was gazing ahead with a
fixed eye. "In three minutes we shall either be lost or in
safety.


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