Soldiers of Fortune
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Richard Harding Davis >> Soldiers of Fortune
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As they passed hand in hand out of the shadow into the light from
the wheelhouse, the lookout in the bow counted the strokes of the
bell to himself, and then turned and shouted back his measured
cry to the bridge above them. His voice seemed to be a part of
the murmuring sea and the welcoming winds.
``Listen,'' said Clay.
``Eight bells,'' the voice sang from the darkness. ``The for'ard
light's shining bright--and all's well.''
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