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Harry Collingwood. The Missing Merchantman
The Missing Merchantman
Table of Contents
Chapter Two
On board the “Flying Cloud.”
Chapter Three
The plotter at his work
Chapter Four
A meeting in mid-ocean
Chapter Five
The derelict barque
Chapter Six
The springing of the Mink
Chapter Seven
Anxious days
Chapter Eight
Sibylla the hostage
Chapter Nine
The Captain’s denunciation
Chapter Ten
Refuge Harbour
Chapter Eleven
An important discovery
Missing Vessel
Chapter Twelve
Mr. Gaunt goes on an exploring expedition
Chapter Thirteen
A visit to the wreck
Chapter Fourteen
Gaunt’s pontoon raft
Chapter Fifteen
Captain Blyth and young Manners reappear
Chapter Sixteen
The skipper goes in chase of a strange sail
Chapter Seventeen
The Malays!
Chapter Eighteen
An anxious night at the fort
Chapter Nineteen
Doomed to die
Chapter Twenty
A daring plan successfully executed
Chapter Twenty One
The arrival home of the “Flying Cloud.”
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Harry Collingwood
Published by Good Press, 2019
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“And he knows us, too,” he added with a chuckle; “recognised us at daybreak, and at once turned-to and set his stunsails. But let him, ladies and gentlemen; we have the heels of him in this weather, and we’ll be abreast of him in time to exchange numbers before sunset to-night.”
In this assertion, however, Captain Blyth proved to be reckoning without his host; for as the morning wore on the breeze freshened considerably, obliging him to clew up and furl his skysails one after the other, and then his royals, which seemed to give the leading ship an advantage. For, whilst by noon the distance between the two vessels had been reduced to about seven miles, after that hour the stranger was, by the aid of Captain Blyth’s sextant, conclusively proved to be holding her own. It was an exciting occasion for all hands; the passengers entering fully into the spirit of the time and exciting Captain Blyth’s warmest admiration by the sympathetic interest with which they listened over and over again to his story of the long-standing rivalry existing between himself and the skipper of the Southern Cross, with its culmination in the bet of a new hat upon the result of the passage then in progress. Mr. Gaunt even went so far as to unpack his own sextant—an exceptionally fine instrument—and to spend most of the time between luncheon and dinner on the topgallant forecastle, in company with the skipper, measuring the angle between the stranger’s mast-heads and the horizon. Sometimes this angle grew a few seconds wider, showing the Flying Cloud to be gaining a trifle, then it lessened again; but when dinner was announced the two enthusiasts were reluctantly compelled to admit that, if gain there was on their side, it did not amount to more than a quarter of a mile.
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