Excerpt: ...would have leapt into the river, but Sedgefield, one of
the "savages" who had jumped upon the raft, was just in time to
clutch him by the arm and hold him back. "Look, Moncrief That's
Percival, isn't it?" Harry stood, trembling in every limb, on the
edge of the raft, and followed the direction of Sedgefield's
finger. Yes, Percival it was. Cut off from the games of his
companions, left entirely to himself, he had brought out his rod
and line to pass an hour or so angling. While thus occupied, he had
heard the shouts and cries raised by the "savages" on the opposite
bank. "What's wrong?" he asked himself, as he stood quite still and
listened. The shouting grew louder; the yells more unearthly, and
in a tongue, as it seemed to him, he had never heard before.
Dropping his rod, he raced along the bank, just in time to to see
from a distance the raft push off with the boys upon it, and the
disaster that followed, as it floated further into the stream. He
paused for an instant as he breathlessly watched the scene; then
raced forward at full speed, flung off his jacket, waistcoat, and
boots, and struck out, hand over hand, to where Hibbert was
struggling in the water. Fortunately, Paul was a powerful swimmer.
Even in his cradle his father had taken his little hand in his
large one, and, while looking lovingly in his face, had said to the
wife who sat beside him: "The son of a sea-dog, the son of a
sea-dog He must never know the fear of water." Alas it was the
cruel water which had carried off the father, but the son had grown
up true to his wish
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J Harwood Panting
||246 x 189 x 6mm (L x W x T)
||Paperback - Trade
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