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Penrose, Margaret

"Or the Strange Cruise of the Tartar"


"Oh, perhaps they have mother aboard!" breathed Cora, her hopes
running thus high.
"And they might have our mother and father!" added Bess, taking bold
heart as she heard Cora speak.
Inez said nothing. It was too much for her to dare to think that her
father might be released from his political prison. She could only
wait and hope.
"Some speed to her," observed Jack, admiringly, as he watched the
white foam piled up in front of the bow of the oncoming craft.
"But she's not very big," spoke Walter.
"She's built for speed," remarked Engineer Joe. "She doesn't usually
come out this far to sea; just hangs around the harbors, and tries to
catch small smugglers. She couldn't stand much of a blow, and it's
my opinion we're going to get one."
"Oh, I hope not soon!" exclaimed Cora, with a little nervous glance
up at the sky.
"Well, within a day or so," went on Joe. "It's making up for a storm
all right, and I guess that cutter is trying to get her job done--
whatever it is--and scoot back into harbor."
"But why should she want to speak to us?" asked Bess. "Of course
it's interesting, and all that--almost like a story, in fact--but
what does she want?"
"Tell you better when she gets here," said Walter with a laugh.
"Perhaps there are some ladies aboard, and they want to learn the
latest styles from the United States-seeing how recently you girls
came from there.


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