Identifier: acmemagazine00acme (find matches)
Title: The acme magazine
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Acme Publishing Company (Trenton, N.J.)
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Publisher: Trenton, N.J. : The Acme Publishing Co.
Contributing Library: New Jersey State Library
Digitizing Sponsor: LYRASIS Members and Sloan Foundation

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ery chance of it. On we tore, gaining, gaining, fasterand faster, as the breeze freshened vis-ibly as we neared the open, and then asDick stretched out his arm I saw the longblack line which marked the broken ice—.black now, then fading away, liftingagain like a sun shadow, and then, itseemed in a few seconds, I could see thewaves curl up and spread over the edge.About a mile a minute, now, said Tom,with a strained speech, and we shall nev-er do it. We had about two miles to go, andwere within two hundred yards of theSiren. There was no hope in the worldthat we should catch her in time. Imade a rash resolve. Boys, I shouted,through the rush of wind past us ; boys,this is my risk. I know what game Iam standing for. Drop off here and letme take her alone. Its our only chance. What are you going to do? saidTom. Catch her or go over the edge withher, I replied; Its our only chance. Thats all right, said Tom, Imwith you. Here, Dick, drop off, and behandy to do what vou can: wait until we
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Bessie was holding it as true as a die. WILLIAM S. BIRGK, M. D. 39 are within one hundred yards. Now,no fooling; do as you are told. Its allthe explanation left you for your careless-ness. Just then one of those flaws in a heavywind before spoken of dropped right inthe teeth of the blow, the wind snappedfrom northwest to nearly nor-nor-west,down went our helm to meet it, but Bessie,not knowing the trick, hung fast to the till-er, and the flaw nearly gibed her—that is,went round the front of the mast, andnearly blew the sail right across the boat,stopping the speed of the Siren materiallyfor a half minute, and then with a zippround to the west went the wind, nearlytearing the mast out of the Sirens foot.It was a chance in a million and it served.Tom sprang to his feet, grabbed the life-line,, ran a hitch round one of the hold-fasts, and at a gesture Dick seized thetiller and I, taking the loose end of theline, stepped as far astern of the cockpitas I could get, right over the steerin

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