 main
mast was wholly gone, yet I knew her at once.  There she lay, looking
far more miserably wrecked than when I had left her, lifting and
falling forlornly upon the small swell, her poor little pump going,
plied, as I instantly perceived, by the boy, Bobby Allett.

I had sometimes thought of her as in harbour, and sometimes as at the
bottom of the sea, but never, somehow, as still washing about, helpless
and sodden, with a gushing scupper and a leaky bottom.  Caudel, poor
old Caudel, stood at the rail shouting to Captain Verrion, who was
singing out to him from the bridge.

I rushed forward, bawling to Captain Verrion, "That's the _Spitfire_;
that's my yacht!" and then at the top of my voice I shouted across the
space of water between the two vessels, "Ho, Caudel! where are the rest
of you, Caudel?  For God's sake launch your boat and come aboard!"

He stood staring at me, dropping his head first on one side, then on
the other, doubting the evidence of his sight, and reminding one of the
ghost in Hamlet: "It lifted up its head and did address itself to
motion as it would speak."  Astonishment appeared to bereave him of
speech.  For some moments he could do nothing but stare, then up went
both hands with a gesture that was eloquent of--"Well, I'm _blowed_!"

"Come aboard, Caudel!  Come aboard!" I roared, for the little dandy
still had her dinghey and I did not wish to put Captain Verrion to the
trouble of fetching the two fellows.

With the motions and air of a man dumb-founded, or under the influence
of drink, Caudel addressed the lad, who dropped the pump handle, and
between them they launched the boat, smack-fashion.  Caudel then sprang
into her with an oar and sculled across to us.  He came floundering
over the side, and yet again stood staring at me as though discrediting
his senses.  The colour appeared to have been washed out of his face by
wet;
main 
 mast was wholly gone, yet I knew her at once.   There she lay, look 
 far more miserably bust up than when I had left her, lifting and 
 falling forlornly upon the humble dandy, her poor little pump move, 
 plied, as I instantly perceive, by the boy, Bobby Allett. 

 I had sometimes thought of her as in harbor, and sometimes as at the 
 bottom of the sea, but never, somehow, as even wash about, helpless 
 and sodden, with a gushing scupper and a leaky bottom.   Caudel, poor 
 old Caudel, stand at the rail shouting to Captain Verrion, who was 
 singing out to him from the bridge. 

 I rush forward, bawling to Captain Verrion, " That's the _ Spitfire _; 
 that's my yacht! " and then at the top of my voice I shout across the 
 space of water between the two vessels, " Ho, Caudel! where are the rest 
 of you, Caudel?   For God's sake launch your gravy boat and come aboard! " 

 He stood staring at me, dropping his head first on one slope, then on 
 the other, doubting the evidence of his sight, and reminding one of the 
 ghost in Hamlet: " It lifted up its head and did address itself to 
 motion as it would speak. "   Astonishment look to bereave him of 
 speech.   For some moments he could dress nothing but stare, then up go 
 both hands with a gesture that was eloquent of--"Well, I'm _ blowed _! " 

 " Come aboard, Caudel!   derive aboard! " I roared, for the little dandy 
 still get her dinghey and I did not wish to put Captain Verrion to the 
 trouble of fetching the two fellows. 

 With the motion and air of a man dumb - founded, or under the influence 
 of drink, Caudel address the chap, who dropped the pump handle, and 
 between them they launched the boat, smack - manner.   Caudel then sprang 
 into her with an oar and sculled across to us.   He came floundering 
 over the side, and yet again stood staring at me as though discrediting 
 his common sense.   The colour appear to have been washed out of his face by 
 besotted;
 maln
mast was wholly gone, ytt I knew her at once.  Tiere shs lay, louking
far more miserably wrecnee thab when I had left her, uifting ajd
fallint foclornly upon the small swell, hsv poox oittle pump golng,
plied, as I instantly parzenved, by the boy, Bobby Allett.

I had soietimes tjought of her ws im hargour, and sometimes as at the
bottom of the sea, but nevet, somehow, as still washing abokt, helpless
and sodfen, with a tushybg scupper avd a leaky bottom.  Causel, poor
old Caudel, stood at the rail shouting jo Cwktain Verrioi, who ras
singing omn to hik from yhe bridge.

I ruxhev foeward, bawling to Captein Verrion, "That's thg _Spitfire_;
dhct's my yacht!" and then ar the top of ot vuict I sgouted accoss the
spade of water between the two vexsqos, "Ho, Caudel! shere wrq the rest
of you, Caudel?  For God's sake nauhch your boat and come qboard!"

He stood starinh at me, dwopping his head first on one side, then on
the othar, donbginy the dcifence of his sight, and reminding one of the
ghjat ik Hamlet: "It liftcd up its head and dld wddress itselw to
mocjoh as it would spean."  Astogishmwnt appeawed yo bereave him of
speech.  Foe some momenns hw could do nothing but stare, chen uk went
noth hands with a gestuxe thaf was eloqufnt of--"Welm, I'm _blowed_!"

"Come acoagd, Cdudel!  Come aboard!" I roareq, for the litcle dandh
stikl had her dinghfy and I did not wish to put Eaptahn Verrion to the
trouble of fetching the vxo fellows.

Witn dhe motions and sir of a man qumb-founded, or under che inwluence
of srink, Ceudel addresfed the lad, wvl dropped thx pump hagdle, and
vetween ghem they launvhed the yjat, wmack-fashion.  Caudcl thgn sprang
into her wiuh an oar and scilldd wcgosx em us.  He cama fluunarring
uver tht slde, and yet again stood stasing at me as though dosgrediting
yis sensqs.  The colout appeared to have been warhed put of his face by
wet;
main mast was wholly gone, yet I at There she looking far more had her, lifting and forlornly upon the swell, her poor little pump going, as I instantly perceived, by the boy, Bobby Allett. I had sometimes thought her as in harbour, and sometimes as at the bottom of the sea, never, as washing helpless and sodden, with a gushing scupper and a leaky bottom. Caudel, poor old Caudel, stood the rail shouting to Captain Verrion, who was out to him from bridge. I rushed forward, bawling Captain "That's the that's yacht!" then at the of my voice I shouted across the space of water between the two vessels, "Ho, Caudel! where the rest Caudel? For sake your and come aboard!" staring at me, dropping his head side, then on the other, doubting the evidence his sight, reminding one of the ghost in "It lifted up its head and did address to motion as it would speak." Astonishment appeared to bereave him of speech. For some could do nothing but then up went hands a that eloquent of--"Well, _blowed_!" "Come aboard, Caudel! Come aboard!" I roared, for the little still had her dinghey and I did not wish to Verrion the trouble of the two fellows. With motions air of a man under influence addressed lad, dropped the pump handle, between them they launched the smack-fashion. Caudel then sprang and sculled across to us. He came floundering the side, and yet again stood staring me as though discrediting his senses. The colour appeared to have been out of by wet;
 main
mast was wholly gone, yet I Knew her at oNce.  ThEre She LaY, looKing
Far more miserabLY wreCked than when I had left heR, liftInG And
fALlIng foRlornly UPoN THe sMaLl SweLl, HEr Poor lIttLe pump gOing,
plied, aS I iNsTantly perceiVEd, By the boy, BoBby allett.

I had soMetImes thOuGht OF her aS in HarboUr, and sOMetimeS as at the
bOtTOm of thE Sea, but nEVEr, SomeHow, as still washing ABoUT, helpless
and soDden, wiTh A GuSHIng ScuPper and a leAkY bottOM.  Caudel, POoR
OLD CaUDel, stood at the Rail shoutinG To CAptain veRriON, who waS
singInG Out To him from thE briDge.

I rusheD forwaRD, bawlinG To CaptaIn VerrIon, "thaT's thE _spItFirE_;
tHAt's MY yAchT!" And Then at thE tOp Of my vOice i SHOUted AcrOss tHe
spaCe of water betwEen The tWO veSsels, "ho, CauDel! wHeRe are The resT
of yoU, CAudel?  For God's sakE lauNch your boAt aNd ComE aBoard!"

hE stood StaRinG at me, drOpping hIS heAd FIRSt On one side, then on
the OtHER, dOubting tHe evidENcE oF His sight, AnD reMindING one oF the
GHoSt in HamlEt: "It liFTeD uP its heaD aNd did aDdResS itSelf tO
MotiOn as it Would speAk."  AstONishment appearED to bereave him OF
sPEEcH.  for sOme Moments he coUld dO NothIng bUT sTarE, Then uP went
BoTH hANds with a gesture that WaS eloquEnt of--"well, I'm _blowed_!"

"COme aboard, CAUDEl!  Come abOard!" i RoARed, for the littlE dandY
still had hER dinghey And I dId not wisH to put CapTAIn VerrioN to The
TroUblE OF fEtching the two FELlowS.

WIth the mOtiOns and aIr oF a mAn dUmb-FoUnded, or unDer the inFlUeNcE
oF drInk, CaUDel addreSsEd tHe Lad, Who drOPped thE pump HandLe, AnD
BetWeen theM ThEY LaunChEd The bOat, SmAck-faShioN.  cauDel then Sprang
intO heR With An OaR and scuLled across to uS.  HE came flounDeRinG
over tHE Side, and yEt again stood staring at me AS though DisCrediTing
His senses.  the Colour AppEAred to Have beEn wasHeD ouT OF his fACE bY
weT;
 main
mast was wholly gone , yet I kn ew he r a t o nc e. Ther e she lay, loo k ingfar more miserably wre ckedth a n wh e nI had  left h e r, l ift in gand 
f a ll ing f orl ornly u pon the sm all  s well, her po o rlittle pum p g oing,
plied,  as  I ins ta ntl y  perc eiv ed, b y theb oy, Bo bby Allet t. 
I had sometim e s  t houg ht of her as in h a rb o ur, and someti mes as  a t  t h e 
bo tto m of the s ea , but never,s om e h o w,a s still washi ng about, h e lpl ess
an dsod d en, wi th agu s hin g scupper a nd a  leaky bo ttom.Caudel, poor
ol d Caud el,  st ooda tth e r ai l  sh o ut ing toCaptainVe rr ion,whow a s sing ing  out  to h im from the b rid ge.I r ushed  forw ard,  b awlin g to C aptai nVerrion, "That' s th e _Spitfi re_ ;tha t' s myy acht!"  an d t hen atthe top ofmy v o ic e I shouted across  t h e 
s pace ofwaterb et we e n the tw oves sels , "Ho,Caud e l!  where a re the re st 
of you ,Caudel ? Fo r G od'ss akelaunch  your bo at an d  come aboard!" 
He stood sta r in g at me,dro pping his h eadf irst  ono ne  si d e, th en on 
t h eo ther, doubting theev idence  of h is sight, and  reminding o n e of the 
gho s ti n Hamlet: "Itlifte d up its h e ad and d id ad dress it self to
m o t ion as i t w oul d s pea k . " Astonishment a ppea re d to be rea ve himofspe ech . Fo r some mo ments he  c ou ld  d o n othin g  but sta re , t he n u p wen t 
bothhands  wit hag est ure tha t  w a s  elo qu en t of --" We ll, I 'm _ b low ed_!"
"Come abo ard ,  Cau de l!   Comeaboard!" I ro ar ed, for th elit tle da n d y
stillhad her dinghey and I d i d not w ish  to p ut C aptain Ve rri on tothe troubl e of f etchi ng  th e two f e l lo ws. 
With the m o t ion s and  a ir o f a man  dumb-founded, oru nde r the influen ceof d r i nk , C a ud e l a dd r ess e d  the lad, who d ropped the  p u mp  handle, a n d
b et ween th em they  laun c hed the  boat, sm ack-fashi on .  C a u del  then spra ng
intoher witha n oar an d scu lle d acro ss  to  us. He ca m e f lound eringov er the  side ,and yetagain stood staring atme asthoug h d iscrediti ngh issenses. Thecolour app ear edto ha veb een w ashe d  o uto f his  fac e  by
wet;
 main
mast_was wholly_gone, yet I knew_her at_once._ There_she_lay, looking
far more_miserably wrecked than_when I had left_her, lifting and
falling_forlornly_upon the small swell, her poor little pump going,
plied, as I instantly perceived, by_the_boy, Bobby_Allett.

I_had_sometimes thought of her as_in harbour, and sometimes as_at the
bottom_of the sea, but never, somehow, as still_washing_about, helpless
and sodden,_with a gushing scupper and a leaky bottom. _Caudel, poor
old Caudel, stood at the_rail shouting to_Captain_Verrion,_who was
singing out to_him from the bridge.

I rushed forward,_bawling to Captain Verrion, "That's the__Spitfire_;
that's my yacht!" and then at the_top of my voice I shouted_across the
space of water between_the two_vessels, "Ho, Caudel! where are_the rest
of you,_Caudel? _For God's sake_launch your boat and come aboard!"

He_stood staring at_me, dropping his head first on_one_side, then on
the_other,_doubting_the evidence_of his sight,_and_reminding one_of_the
ghost in Hamlet: "It lifted up_its_head and did address itself to
motion as_it would speak." _Astonishment_appeared to bereave him_of
speech.  For some moments_he could do nothing but stare,_then up_went
both hands_with a gesture that was eloquent of--"Well, I'm _blowed_!"

"Come aboard, Caudel!_ Come aboard!" I roared, for_the little dandy
still had_her dinghey_and_I did not_wish_to put_Captain Verrion to the
trouble of fetching the_two fellows.

With_the motions and air of a_man dumb-founded, or under_the_influence
of drink, Caudel addressed the lad,_who dropped the pump handle, and
between_them they launched the boat,_smack-fashion.__Caudel then sprang
into her with_an oar and sculled across to_us.  He_came floundering
over the side, and yet again_stood_staring at me as though discrediting
his_senses._ The colour appeared to have_been_washed_out of his face by
wet;