In a flash the Bluenose had him naped, slung, and flying across the rail.
Our Bluenose mate now thinks he can get more work from his canvas.
This hovel belonged jointly to old Jeph and Captain Bluenose.
It was just as Bluenose concluded this speech that the young ladies entered the room.
The skipper of the “Butterfly” was a friend of Bluenose, and knew Tommy.
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