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er bow pointed first one way and then another, as though she were no longer being steered. We ran aft to learn the cause, and found this. That crew of dastards, every man of them and the captain with them, had drawn up the boat in which Kari and I came aboard, that was still tied to the ship's stern, and slid down the rope into her, purposing to win ashore before it was too late. Kari smiled as though he were not astonished, but in my rage I shouted at them, calling them curs and traitors. I think that the captain heard my words for I saw him turn his head and look away as though in shame, but not the others. They were engaged in hunting for the oars, only to find them gone, for it would seem that they had been washed or had fallen overboard. Then they tried to set some kind of sail by aid of a boathook, but while they were doing this, the boat, which had drifted side on to the great waves raised by the gale upon the face of the broad river, overturned. I saw some of the men clinging to the boat and one or two scrambling on to her keel, but what chanced to them and the others I do not know, who had rushed to the steering gear to set the ship upon her course again, lest her fate should be that of the boat, or we should go ashore and be captured by those who galloped on the bank, or be drowned. This was the last I ever saw or heard of the crew of the _Blanche_. The ship's bow came round and, driven by the ever-increasing gale, she rushed on her course towards the sea, bearing us with her, two weak and lonely men. "Kari," I said, "what shall we do? Try to run ashore, or sail on?" He thought awhile then answered, pointing to those who galloped, now but tiny figures on the distant bank: "Master, yonder is death, sure death; and yonder," here he pointed to the sea, "is death--perhaps. Master, you have a God, and I, Kari, have another God, mayhap same God with different name. I say--Trust our Gods and sail on, for Gods better than men. If we die in water, what matter? Water softer than rope, but I think not die." I nodded, for the reasoning seemed good. Rather would I be drowned than fall into the hands of those who were galloping on the shore, to be dragged back to London and a felon's doom. So I pressed upon the tiller to bring the _Blanche_ more into mid-channel, and headed for the sea. Wider and wider grew the estuary and farther and farther away the shores as the _Blanche_ scudded on beneath her small sai
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