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THE HARBOUR OF REFUGE
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"Let the younkers lay quietly aloft and lie ready on the yards to let the sails fall at a word.”

Seeming encouraged and reassured by a summons to action, the younger men went swarming up the rigging, and as quietly as one could wish; but even the low sound of their subdued voices drummed loud in the ears of the lad on the quarter-deck.

Jacob had gone! The boatswain, for one, remembered old tales of rats leaving ships of ill fortune.

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