"I do believe we are following the devil!" exclaimed the lawyer,
suddenly, recalling some of his questionable deeds, as he heard the roar
of the whirlpools, and saw the foam glistening in the dim light.
"He never came in such a shape as that!" laughed Hal, whose admiration
of the stranger momentarily increased as he watched his skilful
pilotage.
"Indeed, Delancey, I am not at all ready to make an intimate
acquaintance with the 'Pot,' or 'Frying Pan,'" again exclaimed the
lawyer fireman.
Still, Hal insisted upon following, in hopes the stranger would tack
about.
"You have no fears?" said Hal, to his brother fireman, the merchant.
"Why no," he returned, calculatingly; "that is, if the risk is not too
great."
Now the waters became wilder, lashing against the rocks, leaping and
foaming; it was a dangerous thing to venture much farther, they must
turn back now or not at all; a few strokes more and they must keep on
steadily through the gate--one false movement would be their
destruction. The stranger's bark gradually distanced them--they saw it
enter among the whirling eddies--he missed the sound of their measured
strokes, glanced back, lost the balance of his oars, his boat upset, and
Hal saw neither no more.
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