CHAPTER X
FIRST BLOOD TO THE PIRATE
ON returning to the cottage, the first thing that Hugh did was to mark off the date on the calendar just as he had seen Oscar do every morning.
“We mustn’t lose count of the days,” he said to Dick.
“Oh, there won’t be so many of them as all that,” Dick answered.
Hugh said nothing. Oscar had talked to him more fully than to his comrade about the task of righting John Edmonds’ affairs.
“It may not be so simple to put them in order as he hopes it will,” he had said, “so the time may be three weeks or a month or perhaps more. I will not hide from you the chance that, if there is very bad weather soon, I may not get back to
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