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"Better hurry!" megaphoned Stetson, tickled with himself. "Burns

cleared six hours ago for Freekirk Head with a thousand quintal.

He's got Boughton sewed up to buy 'em, too."

"Bring her to!" snarled Code, and the Lass, groaning and

complaining at the brutality, whirled up into the wind enough to

take her sticks out. "Burns's going home, you say? And with fish?

Where'd he get 'em?"

"From me. I sold him my whole load at a better price than I would

have got if I had waited to fill the Hawk's belly and then gone

home. Gave me cash and threw in a lot of bait, so I'll stay right

out here and get another load. Petty good for a Jonah--what? Ha,

ha!" The man roared exasperatingly.

"Damnation!" rapped out Schofield. "Lively now! Tops'ls on her,

and two of you stay aloft to shift tacks if we should need to

come about."