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"D'ye mean handsome, Lucy?" said Captain Acton. "For the dog is that." "Well sir, you jest rest easy an' I'll get your horse myself." "It seems to be the only thing that helps," gasped Landon as he swallowed the draught..
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"Ho, the schooner ahoy!" shouted a man, standing close to the larboard main-shrouds. "My intention is," Captain Acton went on, "to fit out the Aurora at once for a chase. We know where the Minorca is bound to. Mr Lawrence's course must necessarily be yours. Your vessel can sail two feet to his one. If we are unfortunate enough to miss him on the high seas, we shall be at Rio a week or a fortnight before the Minorca arrives, to receive him. When can you get your ship ready for sea?" At breakfast, which was necessarily delayed on board the Aurora, the conversation, as may be supposed, was almost entirely concerned with undoubtedly the most memorable incident—the meeting with Nelson—in the lives of Captain Acton and Sir William. The Aurora had hauled out of the Fleet with a dipping flag, and with wings eagerly straining to the breath of the strengthening blue breeze that gushed with a tropic warmth over the little seas which creamed and purred in heads that would easily grow spiteful and change their fountain-like music into a harsh hissing as of serpents, was heading as true a course as Captain Weaver could imagine for the barque that Captain Acton wanted. "What's he been doin' now, Bill?" asked Maurice as Billy and the crow joined him beside the root-house..
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