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Jacobs, W. W., 1863-1943

"Dialstone Lane, Complete"


He went below as the anchor ran out, and after a short absence reappeared
on deck bedizened with weapons. A small tent, with blankets and
provisions, and a long deal box containing a couple of spades and a pick,
were put into one of the boats, and the three friends, after giving
minute instructions to the captain, followed. Mr. Duckett took the helm,
and after a short pull along the edge of the reef discovered an opening
which gave access to the smooth water inside.
[Illustration: "Mr. Duckett took the helm." ]
"A pretty spot, gentlemen," he said, scanning the island closely. "I
don't think that there is anybody on it."
"We'll go over it first and make sure," said Stobell, as the boat's nose
ran into the beach. "Come along, Chalk."
He sprang out and, taking one of the guns, led the way along the beach,
followed by Mr. Chalk. The men looked after them longingly, and then, in
obedience to the mate, took the stores out of the boat and pitched the
tent. By the time Chalk and Stobell returned they were seated in the
boat and ready to depart.
A feeling of loneliness came over Mr. Chalk as he watched the receding
boat. The schooner, riding at anchor half a mile outside the reef, had
taken in her sails and presented a singularly naked and desolate
appearance.


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