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CHAPTER XIV. AMONG THE OYSTER-BEDS
CHAPTER XIV. AMONG THE OYSTER-BEDS Time and the world slipped away, and both boys were aroused by the harsh voice of French Pete from the sleep into which they had fallen. "Get under way!" he was bawling. "Here, you Sho! Cast off ze gaskets! Queeck! Lively! You Kid, ze jib!" Joe was clumsy in the darkness, not knowing the names of things and the places where they were to be found; but he made fair progress, and when he had tossed the gaskets into the cockpit was ordered forward to help hoist the mainsail. After that the anchor was hove in and the jib set. Then they coiled down the halyards and put everything in order before they returned aft. "Vaire good, vaire good," the Frenchman praised, as Joe dropped in over the rail. "Splendeed! You make ze good sailorman, I know for sure." 'F
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