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y can't see us. I suppose they'd be just impudent enough to shoot if they could?" "Oh, yes," says Old Hickory. "We're outlaws now, you know." "Who cares?" says Auntie, shruggin' her shoulders. Say, I wasn't so much surprised at Mr. Ellins. He's spent most of his life slippin' things over on the government. Auntie, though! A steady, solemn old girl with her pedigree printed in the Social Register. You wouldn't have thought it of her. "Some plunger, Auntie, eh?" says I to Vee. "She don't seem to care what happens." "I never knew she could be so reckless," says Vee. "Getting us chased by a warship! Isn't that rather dangerous, Torchy?" "I shouldn't call it the mildest outdoor sport there was," says I. "And the casual way she talks of our being shot at--as if they'd fire tennis balls!" goes on Vee. "I didn't care for that part of the conversation myself," says I. "I'm no hero, like Rupert. If there's any shootin' takes place, I'm goin' to get nervous. I feel it comin' on." "You don't think Auntie and Mr. Ellins would let it go that far, do you?" asks Vee. "It would be just like Auntie to fire back," says I. "What's a navy more or less to her, when she gets her jaw set?" "I--I wish I hadn't come on this old yacht," says Vee. "If I could row you ashore," says I, "I wouldn't mind stayin' to keep you company. Look! That smoke off there's gettin' nearer." If Auntie and Old Hickory was pinin' for thrills, it looked like they was due to get their wish. Just what would happen in case the _Agnes_ was run down nobody seemed to know. The only thing our two old sports was interested in just then was this free-for-all race. Anyway, we had a fine evenin' for it. The ocean was as smooth as a full bathtub, and all tinted up in pinks and purples, like one of Belasco's back drops. Off over the bow to the right--excuse me, to the starboard--a big, ruddy sun was droppin' slow and touchin' up the top of a fluffy pile of cottony clouds back of us, that looked like they was balanced right on the edge of things. Bang in the middle of that peaceful background, though, was this smear of black smoke, and you didn't have to be any marine dill pickle to tell it was headed our way. We groups ourselves on the after deck and watches. Everybody that could annexes a pair of field glasses; but, even with that help, about all you could see was some white foam piled up against a gray bow. Now and then Rupe
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