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Stevenson, Robert Louis

"The Wrecker"


"Why did he want to buy her back in 'Frisco for these
fabulous sums, when he might have sailed her into the
bay himself?"
"Perhaps he never knew her value until then," I
suggested.
"I wish we knew her value now," exclaimed Nares.
"However, I don't want to depress you; I'm sorry for
you, Mr. Dodd; I know how bothering it must be to you,
and the best I can say's this: I haven't taken much
time getting down, and now I'm here I mean to work this
thing in proper style. I just want to put your mind at
rest; you shall have no trouble with me."
There was something trusty and friendly in his voice;
and I found myself gripping hands with him, in that
hard, short shake that means so much with English-
speaking people.
"We'll do, old fellow," said he. "We've shaken down
into pretty good friends, you and me; and you won't
find me working the business any the less hard for that
And now let's scoot for supper."
After supper, with the idle curiosity of the seafarer,
we pulled ashore in a fine moonlight, and landed on
Middle Brooks Island.


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