The thing was drifting in on us, so
we didn't have to do all the work-just get in its path. We could slacken
our own drifting with the oar, so pretty soon we were alongside it and saw
it was a swamped life boat. There was one man floating around in it-dead.
That two hundred dollars belonged-or rather was in his pocket. There were
some other things in his pockets too; some things that started me guessing.
I think you kids had better tarn in now; it's getting late.
CHAPTER XV
NO! NO! NO! GO ON! GO ON!
All right, there isn't much more. We had no guess how long the man had
been in the boat or whether he had starved or what. He might have been
dead several days, I thought. The life boat was awash. There was the name
of some ship or other on the bows, but the boat had been painted since the
name was printed there, and all I could make out was a few indistinct
letters under the fresh paint. I made out an L, then DY, then NNE. I have
a hunch the name was _Lady Anne,_ but maybe not.
The man must have been a pretty rough character from all I could judge; a
sailor, I daresay. It was out of the question rescuing the body.
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