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I was just as anxious to kill.the boat, now, as I had been to save
her before. I impressed my orders upon ray memory, to be used at
the inquest, and
made a straight
break for the reef.
As it disappeared
under our bows I
held my breath;
but we slid over
it like oil.

* !N"ow don't
you see the diffe-
rence 1 It was n't
anything but a
wind reef. The
wind does that.'

I So I see. But
it is exactly like
a bluff reef. How

am I ever going to tell them apart

I1 can't tell you. It is an. instinct.
By and by you will just naturally
know one from the other, but you
never will be able to explain why or
how you know them apart.'

It turned out to be true. The
face of the water, in time, became a
wonderful book—a book that was a'
dead language to the uneducated pas-
senger, but which told its mind to me
without reserve, delivering its most
cherished secrets as clearly as if it
uttered them with a voice. And it
was not a book to be read once and
thrown aside, for it had a new story
to tell every day. Thoughout the long
twelve hundred miles there was never a page that was void of interest,

MR. B. STEPPED INTO VIEW,