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It was early one morning rather more than three weeks after the lads had fallen in with the _Champlain_, and a little breeze had just sprung up with the sun when Appleby, who was scrubbing down decks just then, turned upon Niven who stood close by with a dripping bucket in his hand.
"I want the water here, and not all over me," he said, pointing with his bare toes to the sand he had sprinkled on the planking.