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linger and die? O God, have pity and soften his heart!' The voice died away in
sobs, the weak slow sobs of an old man. But Waring, stern in avenging justice,
drew himself from the feeble grasp, and walked down towards the boats He did
not intend fairly to desert the miserable old creature. He hardly knew what he
intended, but has Impulse was to put more space between them, between himself
and this wretch who gathered his evil living from dead men's bones So he stood
gazing out to sea. A faint cry roused him, and, turning, he saw that the old man
had dragged himself half across the distance between them, marking the way
with his blood, for the bandages were loosened by his movements As Waring
turned, he held up his hands, cried aloud, and fell as if dead on the sands 'I am a
brute,' said Waring. Then he went to work and brought back consciousness,
rebound the wounds, lifted the body in his strong arms and bore it down the
beach. A sail-boat lay in a cove, with a little skiff in tow. Waring arranged a couch
in the bottom, and placed the old man in an easy position on an important pillow
made of his coat. Fog opened has eyes 'Anything come ashore?' he asked faintly,
trying to turn has head towards the reef. Conquering has repugnance, the young
man walked out on the long point. There was nothing there; but farther down the
coast barrels were washing up and back in the surf, and one box had stranded in
shallow water. 'Am I, too, a wrecker?' he asked himself, as with much toil and
trouble he secured the booty and examined it. Yes, the barrels contained
provisons. Old Fog, revived by the sight, day propped at the stern, giving
directions Warn found himself a child obeying the orders of a wiser head. The
load on board, the little skiff carrying its share behind, the young man set sail and
away they flew over the angry water; old Fog watching the sky, the sail, and the
rudder, guiding there course with a word now and then, but silent otherwise. 'Shall
we see the castle soon?' asked Waring, after several hours had passed. 'We
may be there by night, if the wind doesn't shift.' 'Have we so far to go, then?
Why, I came across n the half of a night.' 'Add a day to the half and you have it. I
let you down at dawn and towed you out until noon; I then spied that sail beating
up, and I knew there would be a storm by night, and--and things were desperate
with me. So i cast you off and came over to set the light, It was a chance I did not