Van de Velde turned to the clerk. A narrow groove down the length of the blade was filled with a black,tarry paste that had dried hard and shiny. With amazement Hal saw that the Buzzard still stood alone on the breakof the forecastle. He dreamed that he heard human voices near at hand.
Each time a broadside boomed they howled, It is witchcraft. Thesilver steel flashed over his head and his attacker roared again, ascreech of fury. Then, fully awake, he hurried down theheaving deck, avoiding the sleeping figures that cluttered it. Through the far door appeared the president of the court.
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