Wyndham's Pal

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Bindloss Harold. Wyndham's Pal

PART I. THE LURE OF AMBITION

CHAPTER I. THE COMMODORE'S CUP

CHAPTER II. MOONLIGHT AND GLAMOUR

CHAPTER III. CHISHOLM'S PERSUASION

CHAPTER IV. THE MAN WHO VANISHED

CHAPTER V. THE TORNADO

CHAPTER VI. THE MIDDLE PASSAGE

CHAPTER VII. THE TOW

CHAPTER VIII. THE LAGOON

CHAPTER IX. DON FELIX'S REVOLT

CHAPTER X. MARSTON USES HIS POWER

CHAPTER XI. MARSTON GOES TO SEA

PART II. WYNDHAM CLAIMS HIS REWARD

CHAPTER I. MABEL PONDERS

CHAPTER II. MABEL'S PEARLS

CHAPTER III. PETERS' OFFER

CHAPTER IV. THE LOST EXPLORERS

CHAPTER V. WYNDHAM CHANGES HIS PLAN

CHAPTER VI. PETERS RENEWS HIS OFFER

CHAPTER VII. WYNDHAM PLEADS GUILTY

CHAPTER VIII. UP HILL

PART III. REPARATION

CHAPTER I. WYNDHAM PAYS DUTY

CHAPTER II. MARSTON GETS A WARNING

CHAPTER III. WYNDHAM TRIES PERSUASION

CHAPTER IV. WYNDHAM FINDS A CLEW

CHAPTER V. DON LUIS' BREAKFAST PARTY

CHAPTER VI. A SAIL IN THE DARK

CHAPTER VII. THE TUG

CHAPTER VIII. AT THE MISSION

CHAPTER IX. COLUMBINE STEALS AWAY

CHAPTER X. THE BAT OWNS DEFEAT

CHAPTER XI. THE BAT'S EXIT

CHAPTER XII. THE FRESH START

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The breeze had dropped as the tide ebbed, and Red Rose plunged languidly across the shining swell. Faint mist obscured the horizon and the yachts engaged in the fifty-mile race had vanished, although Wyndham thought he had not long since distinguished a sail in the distance. He was curious about this because if he had seen canvas it was Deva's, and her skipper had probably seen Red Rose. The rest of the fleet was scattered about to the north. Wyndham had noted their positions carefully before the haze rolled up. He wanted to win and meant to leave nothing to chance.

In the meantime, the yacht crept slowly through the sparkling water, close-hauled to a light wind that Wyndham knew would not last. Her canvas, tapering in a tall white pyramid, swayed with a regular heave against the sky. In her shadow, the sea was a cool, luminous green, but the sun was hot and Wyndham had taken off his coat. He wore a white jersey, blue trousers, and very neat white shoes. His age was twenty-six, his figure was thin but athletic, and the molding of his face was good. On the whole, he was a handsome man and was generally marked by a careless, twinkling smile. The smile, however, was to some extent deceptive, and at times his blue eyes were hard. Wyndham was popular; he had a way of inspiring confidence, and knew and used his talent.

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Marston acquiesced. After all, his business was to obey. "Oh, well," he said, "Charley and I had better get out on the booms."

He beckoned the paid hand and they crawled along the deck. Red Rose rolled savagely and main boom and spinnaker boom tossed their ends aloft. The spars must be kept down, lest they swing across, and Marston, clasping the varnished pole with arms and legs, crawled out as far as he dared. Sometimes he swung high above the combers that rushed past below; and sometimes swung down until his body was wet by the foam. He could hold on if Harry kept her straight, but if she swerved much the big sails would lurch across and he and Charley would hardly escape with broken bones. He looked aft. Wyndham's figure cut against the light; it was tense and his head was motionless, as if his glance was fixed. Marston knew he meant to bring Red Rose in on her time allowance or sail her under.

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