To Repel Boarders

“No; honest, now, Bob, I’m sure I was born too late. The twentieth century’s no place for me. If I’d had my way—”

“You’d have been born in the sixteenth,” I broke in, laughing, “with Drake and Hawkins and Raleigh and the rest of the sea-kings.”

“You’re right!” Paul affirmed. He rolled over upon his back on the little after-deck, with a long sigh of dissatisfaction.

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