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Nobody on board the _Champlain_ showed that they had heard the gunboat's warning shot, and the sound was lost in the roar of the surf which was now spouting white close in front of her. The shadowy crags were, however, falling away, and Jordan still sat on the house unconcernedly, though there were apparently only foam-swept reefs before him, and the war-vessel was coming up rapidly behind.
"I've been worrying about her draught when I've got it all the time," he said. "Bring me the handy book up, Stickine."